Exciting Moments of February, Day 21
My little Hyundai has been at the plastic surgeon (aka: body shop) this week, so my dad let me borrow his car.
I like my dad’s car because it’s identical to my car. It also smells like Dad — a comforting mix of farm dirt and farm sweat.
Tonight, the other little Hyundai wanted to call home. It missed its attached garage and its owner. So, I called Dad and let the car say hello. It honked like crazy when Dad answered.
My apologies to the car in front of me. My car was on the phone.