Electric cars

 

Zion Press -- Every year, the Haarjel family looked forward to the family reunions, and this year was no different. Invitations had been emailed, games and activities had been assigned for the younger crowd, salons had been booked for the necessary mani/ pedi groups, plus this year, they had managed a coup and would have a hairdresser on hand.

                Family reunions had been around for generations and Chaz knew that running the planning over to his event staff had been a genius idea. Staff got paid, strings got pulled and he only had to worry about getting his family at the chosen location. This year, they headed to the vineyard owned by Chaz’s aunt in law, Carol and her husband. Switching between Skinnyjohn’s Winery and the vineyard helped keep the boredom at bay for the teenagers.

                Between his staff and Carol’s staff, everyone knew the event would be a success; Chaz didn’t even take on any project unless he knew he could crush, like red grapes, the competition.

                The family piled in the caravan of cars. Ahead of the curve, Chaz had recently obtained, much like his mansion, an electric car to show the ingrates that he too would make the sacrifice and move away from gas.

                Twenty miles from their destination, in the middle of nowhere, the car glided to a stop. Apparently, his son had taken it for a spin, and forgotten to charge it.

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