Story of “Boy”
My grandpa, Bernard, better known by everyone as Tim, is known as “Boy” to those of his own age group.
His sister (in-law? not sure about that part) Cath lives a couple of doors down with her husband, Des. Cath got a call from a mutual friend of my grandpa asking if she knew where Tim was, as they’d been ringing all day with no answer. Cath walked down a few houses to find grandpa’s house open and empty.
As she moved through the house, calling out to him, she eventually saw him, sitting upright and still as a moonlit pond, in the driver’s seat of his car.
Cath freaked out, and ran home to tell Des of her terrible discovery. Des came back with her, for moral support, and (almost as an afterthought) shouted into the car, “You alright, Boy?” Both Des and Cath got the fright of their lives when my grandpa opened his eyes, shocked awake from a deep sleep, induced by reading through the boredom of a car manual. Learn from this people: read your car manuals in bed, where people expect to find you not moving.