Yesterday the object of my husband's affections came here to stay. It became quite apparent by Saturday morning that he was deep in the throws of an affair. By noon, it was evident without a doubt, pictures were all over the computer screen and he was pondering leaving by 2p.m. for Toronto. Spring fever came early this year-- must be the warm weather. A quick phone call tied things up. By 5 pm we had picked up Jo in Ancaster and were heading for Toronto to check things out. We arrived in North York and after chasing up and down New Westminster looking for a certain number without success, we found it. A pleasant young man led us underground to the object of my husband's passion, a beautiful 1987, freshly red painted, red leather interior, Toyata Supra. We slid inside, oh yes, what a car. I caught the passion; Paul paid the bill. Paul and Jo took it for a ride. By 2a.m. we were home with our glistening new possession, bought for a very fair price.
This noon, at a church luncheon, Paul shared his passion with two middle aged buddies. Their eyes twinkled at the mention of the car. To our surprise they both confessed to having owned one or two in their past lives. As much as we are different, we are very much the same.
1 comment:
put a diesel in it and give it to me.
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