My poor dog Lenny had a miserable night. Her ears are infected, and that necessitated a trip to the vet. Thankfully, she loves, and I mean LOVES going to the vet. That wasn’t going to be the issue.
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.
- Tassel on rear view mirror: check!
- “Acquired” Whataburger™ table number*: check!
- Obligatory “2012″ signage: check!
- Phrase written in shoe polish: check!
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.
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, Whataburger™ 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