Tiny town
After attending a church service on Sunday night, I offered to give a new friend a ride home. As we walked toward my car, she stopped.
“Wait, this is YOUR car?”
“Yes…?” I replied, hesitantly.
“My roommate and I have seen you all over town! We’ve been wondering who you are. In fact, we were right behind you on the freeway today, and noticed the Fresh Beer sticker.”
This town is so small, it’s frightening. Apparently, the very sight of my car results in me being the subject of conversation. But yes, I suppose that the Honda sticks out like a sore thumb these days. With it’s Washington plates, missing hubcap, and bitchin’ 1976 roof rack, it is looking particularly super-ghetto-fly.
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Awww. What a good little car! It might be tattered, but it’s hangin’ in there.
OMG! I just happened upon your blog and I think I’m hooked. That entry cracked me up! I used to drive a bright blue car and people always said, “hey, I saw you driving” or the one that made me cringe, “you almost slammed into me!” I got rid of her but sometimes I miss being so noticed!
sour thumbs, as opposed to sweet thumbs? I couldn’t resist….
Oh GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!! I can’t believe that I made a grammatical error! I’ve never done that before in the history of my blog. That is embarrassing.
Sorry. Today’s been the epitome of “rough living.”
you know, I wish you could bring your wheels up here and we could ride w/ the hoop-dees around my ‘hood. I love it!
~Diana
I’ve been physically agitated since finding out there was a typo on my blog. So I just fixed it. I’m not too proud to edit.
History of the blog??
Not Very Likely.
um.
Oooh. Upon further scrutiny, I spied what appears to be a fresh oil leak beneath your car. Do I get points? Or at least a pat on the back for pointing out something that potentially requires your eventual attention? Anything?
A cookie, perhaps?