Saw my dream car, a shiny fire engine red 2 door Mini Cooper with a black rag top. And as I was thinking boy is that owner lucky, the driver's side door opened. Out hobbled a woman, my age. A grimace deeply creasing her face with every pain filled step she took.
Lucky? Bet she would drive a 13 year old Suburban with 193K miles if it meant her life was pain free.
2 comments:
Patty, one of my new favorites. Awesome.
So true.
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