I’m driving to work. So I’m fairly certain it’s not Sunday, but don’t tell that to Gramps there ’cause he and the missus were our for that kinda drive.
For a moment, (I had plenty of them to choose from driving behind this guy) I imagined the day he bought this car.
He hobbles up to the vehicle on the lot, a look of loving desire in his eyes, and maybe just a hint of a tent in his pants and reaches out his lone free, gnarled hand (the one not steadying him by holding on to the cane for dear life) to touch this thing of beauty.
A salesman walks up. We’re not sure if the look on his face is lasciviousness savoring the moment he’s going to take the old man for 15% more than the asking price; or if it’s resentment, angry at this old coot for taking up his time when surely he wasn’t going to buy such a beautiful specimen of a sports car. “She’s a beaut, isn’t she?!” the salesman says, “Would you like to take her for a test drive?”
The old man just shakes his head and smiles. “No thanks, son. I’ve already made up my mind. I’ve been waiting 50 years to own me a mustang, and now I can afford it. This is the one I want, right here. I’ll take ‘er.”
The salesman is a little surprised now but happy to oblige. “Well yes sir. Why don’t we step inside and get the paperwork started. While you’re doing that, I’ll take your new car and get it detailed and fill up the tank and then you’ll be on your way!”
That salesman did the little old man and me and the world a disservice because let’s face it! If you’re too timid to even drive THE SPEED LIMIT, then you have no business driving a Mustang!