But Hubby’s car is in the shop, and the van has issues, and so Hubby took my Pathfinder to work this morning, which meant I had to borrow a vehicle, which meant my niece’s Isuzu. My niece is 18, just graduated from high school, and does all the seniors-are-cool stuff to her car.
Wait, what??
Great….just great. I get to drive all over town with this. The good news is, no one will recognize me while driving around. It’s a big enough area. Anyway, I get to the vet’s and Lenny is beside herself wanting to make several new friends, including two parakeets, a trio of ferrets, a Scottish Terrier, a huge dog probably bred from bears, and a very nasty cat. I say nasty as in mean, not icky. Her own owner doesn’t like her. Moving on, I go outside to wait for them to bring me Lenny, since the place is packed, and the gentleman that arrived at the same time I was parking struck up a conversation.
Gent: I take it you like to dance?
Me: Well, yes… like most people, I guess.
Gent: Country dancing, huh?
Me: No, more along Big Band and Waltzing, why?
Gent: *points to niece’s vehicle*
Me: OMIGAWD!! Sorry, I didn’t write that. It’s my niece’s vehicle, and I had to borrow it today.
Gent: So does that mean you’re a waltzing babe?
Me: No, it means I am taking that car to the nearest car wash.
Gent: *laughs*
I must have turned three different shades of red. But he had a good laugh, and if I helped to make someone happy, then I win, right?
*For those not familiar, Whataburgerâ„¢ is a Texas chain, and a lot of graduating seniors always feel compelled to abscond with one of their little numbered table signs. It’s a right of passage 😉
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