I Propped Your Hood Up With My Fake Leg
Missed Connections in Nashville
I’m not sure you’d remember as I consider myself rather average looking and I know that you bein’ so beautiful n’ all have men approach you all day, but I was the young man who propped up your hood with my fake leg and jumped your car.
I was surprised how quickly you drove off after we managed to get it started, though.
You seemed pretty excited and I reckon I would be too, but my leg was caught in the hood as you peeled out backwards out of the Dodge’s Store parkin lot.
Coincidentally, 3 police cars sped into the parkin lot just after you turned the corner.
I was blown away with how quickly Hendersonville police respond for people who need a jump.
They asked me all about you and I told ’em how pretty you were.
Eyes like jolly ranchers, I told ’em.
They must be lonely people, those police officers, askin’ so many questions about some stranger.
Though, you didn’ seem like no stranger to me.
You seemed nice.
One Year Ago: Missed Connection in Boston, MA: To the Distressed Woman Lost in Cambridge
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
I just love it when the poets post messages like this one – a complete over the top parody of what one typically finds when browsing through the missed connections. I have found a few messages similar in style/tone to this one scattered throughout feeds in the Southeast, and it makes me wonder if it’s one writer or several, unrelated folks with a similar idea. Regardless, here’s to “eyes like jolly ranchers” (I guess we’re thinking blue-raspberry and not cherry-flavored) and the beautiful mess they create.