This morning was a bit wet so I dilly-dallied around the house trying to draw out the moment I would leave the house for as long as I could. Eventually I was all set at about 9.00am and I went and got Penelope warmed up for the commute. As I drove out in what was then a light drizzle, I was flagged down by one of my neighbours who just happens to be an older ‘gentleman’ of about my father’s age. I know him quite well and have given him lifts into town on many occasions but today was different.
As we drove down and I listened to his usual 5 cents worth of opinions on whatever caught his fancy, everything seemed to be going swimmingly until it was time to drop him off at his regular stop. As I leaned across to open the car door for him I noticed something that wasn’t there before……………………there on the door sill gleamed a big brown BOOGER! I couldn’t believe my eyes and was too shocked to even react as he calmly stepped out the car and with a courteous “thank you, have a nice day”, he shut the door as if he’d done nothing wrong.
He left a booger on my car door.
What are we, Five?
Audiophile: The cure – Friday I’m in love
Off my shelf: Kiran Desai – The inheritance of loss
Midday Matinee: Flags of our fathers (2006)
Starring: Ryan Phillipe, Jesee Bradford, Adam Beach
Directed by: Clint Eastwood
