An unusual encounter...
As I rarely leave my house, I trekked to the local post office to pick up a package yesterday. On the way back, I heard a troubling sound from the front of my car, rumbling, rattling, and whirring. I figured I better quickly take the car in to have it checked. When I got there, the woman said it would be a minimum 2 hour wait. I said, that I don't really have a choice as I am concerned about the car's drivability. I went and sat in one of the solo chairs off by myself listening to JLB's latest return to Fakeologist. Although, I am polite, respectful and courteous to those that I meet, I do not give off the vibes of wanting to interact. Shortly after I sat down, a short elderly lady came towards me with her tiny white poodle. She wanted to know if THAT was my car. I said it was. She ooed and aahed over my 25 year old Honda. She loved the color and she loves old cars. She asked if we could go outside and look at it. I...