really saw him for the first time: the stocky build, the lines around his admiring eyes, the smile, the wedding ring I wouldn't have given a crap about before.
"Thanks," I said, smiling back. Then I put my 565-hp 6.0L V12 Aston-Martin Vanquish in gear and left.
Oh Susan, that's a killer last line. I did quite literally laugh out loud!
ReplyDeleteMali, I'm so glad you did, because I did too.
ReplyDeleteEat my dirt, married copper.
ReplyDeleteOops, make that "eat my dust." I'm such a babbling idiot when it comes to idioms.
ReplyDeleteLOL "Eat my dirt" sounds sooo much worse!
ReplyDeleteI drive a shit bucket. You sound so fancy.
ReplyDeleteI was going to make a joke about where it was made, but feared my comment might in some way validate the revolting cult leader.
DeleteThere you go!
ReplyDeleteBelieve me, if I drove an Aston-Martin I would be fancy! But my story is fictionalized in spots, and this is one of them. In winter I drive a Subaru Outback, and in summer my beloved "cop car"--a Chevy Caprice I've been driving for 24 years. BTW, the Aston-Martin Vanquish sells for $300,000.
ReplyDeleteHa!
ReplyDeletePerfect!
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