I have mentioned previously that the Missus and my back-up car is a rather beat-up old truck. Well, we found how the rest of the world views it the other day. Ensie took it to work on Friday. When she was in the parking lot about to leave, a man drove up next to her and asked her if he could buy it from her. This guy said he was looking for a nice little work truck, and since hers was so old and beat-up, it would be perfect.
The Missus, showing presence of mind that I couldn’t have found, replied that no, the truck isn’t for sale. We’re just poor.
I should probably at least wash the damned thing.
Posted by Frinklin at July 10, 2005 11:03 AM | TrackBack