Following our good fortune of creating a Spanish "check" account filled with $78,000, our band returned to the gruff man at the impound lot to retrieve our Cherokee built Jeep.
With his feet up upon the countertop, the gruff gentleman ignored our entrance, despite the small bell which rang to announce our arrival. Instead, he stared at a box with illuminated and moving images. Indeed, a Spanish innovation of art.
Ever impatient, Clark pushed the man's feet from the counter and demanded his undivided attention. Well, this act in no way brought us closer to the man's graces. Observing the mounting antagonism, Sacagawea, holding Little Pomp in her arms, intervened as she had many a time on our journey to the Pacific Northwest. She informed the man we had the payment for our fee and were ready to take possession of Jeep. The man grumbled (equally so did Clark) and informed us the amount required was 260 Spanish banknotes. I imagine by now you can envision Clark's reaction. As I held Clark's fury in remission, Jean Baptise stepped forward and retrieved our new Spanish check account. The gruff man's eyes squinted in a scowl rivaling a wolf on the hunt. He informed us that he did not accept Spanish checks. Here we were in the Spanish territory and he will not accept Spanish checks?
Thankfully Warren at the Bank of America had also given us several Spanish banknotes on top of the Spanish checks. Jean Baptise counted out the equivalent currency which seemed to finally put the gruff man at ease. If I might digress for a moment, I did find the Spanish banknotes peculiar in their design. Certainly we have already seen our President Washington on the single dollar notes. But Benjamin Franklin on the banknotes worth one hundred dollars? How is it that the Spanish feature our important figures on their currency?
Regardless, the payment was settled and the man told us another individual would "bring the car around." Nearly immediately the gruff man returned to his Spanish art box. I took notice that Little Pomp was also interested in the images which gave me a small chuckle. Perhaps his awaiting career is in the arts?
Finally a large metal gate rolled open on some kind of chain and we were reunited with Jeep. Clark investigated Jeep's condition and appeared satisfied. We thanked the young man and our band mounted the horseless wagon. Jean Baptise suggested we continue on our way through the Spanish Territory so as to not encounter any further altercations with the people of this land. Clark agreed. The kind man who sold us Jeep had also included a "state farm" map. I could not imagine a state run farm would have such a volume, but there it was, a book with maps of great detail. Honestly, making the maps I crafted seem elementary! As a strong map interpreter, I located our current position and we headed out on the "10" passageway, now heading East.
Until Later, My Friends!
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