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Much Ado About Nothing Much


Today was an errand running day. I thought it was going to be sunshine and warmth, so I donned shorts and a t-shirt. Turned out to be gray and cloudy and fairly cold.

I haven't been out since last week. Since then I see daffodils are blooming in yards. Trees are flowering. Grass is growing. 

But I don't dare start my gardening frenzy now. Oklahoma weather is too fickle.




I'm almost finished in the kitchen. Maybe I will be done tomorrow or Saturday. Then I will show you how I've transformed it into what I call my "cottage boho" kitchen. 

I'm going to have to rest some today and get my feet up though or I won't be worth spit. 

While I was in Target at the checkout (Walmart makes me want to run for the hills. I imagine it does that to most everyone), the clerk was sacking my groceries and talking to the clerk in the next queue over. 

Said the only thing she missed about teaching was spring break. (See, had I known it was spring break, I would have snacked along until next week.)

I asked her if she made more money working in Target. She said at least she wasn't hit every day. What grade did you teach, I asked her. 

Seems it was fourth and fifth graders, special education. I could see her point. 

You know, I think back to grade school, and I never, and I mean never, saw or heard of a student hitting a teacher. It just was not done. 

So what gives? I don't get it. Teachers were to be respected and honored. 


The craziest thing I remember from grade school was when two boys at recess ate a bunch of ants. I think it was third grade. Guess they thought it was cute. 

Well, there was this one incident in seventh grade that I recall. We had a rather bald and rotund music teacher. And one day it's quiet and we're all sitting looking down at our desks at what, I don't recall. 

Suddenly there's this loud crashing noise. Our music teacher had passed out and fallen to the floor, taking his chair with him.

We all sat at our desks and looked at one another. We had been told not to get out of our seats. And back in those days, if you were told to stay in your seat, you did so. 

So there's this middle-aged man lying crumpled on the floor, and a classroom of seventh graders are stunned into total silence and afraid to move.  

I don't know how long he laid there. But finally one of the braver boys got up and either went to get someone or did something to alert the adults that something bad had happened. 

I was the child who just tried to blend in and not say much of anything. I wouldn't have dared get up out of my seat. So for a time, a whole classroom sat and stared at our music teacher, who has suffered some medical calamity. I guess we'd have let him die had that one boy not taken action.



The world is so different now. I'm walking around in Bed, Bath, & Beyond (per usual, I think I need a few things, then end up putting them back, frugal shopper that I am.) This well-dressed woman kept whipping and darting in front of me. 

She was talking on her phone. I don't know if you've seen the video someone took of what appears to be a doctor's office waiting room, where a woman is irritating everyone with her loud phone antics. When suddenly another rather meek looking woman grabs the phone out of the woman's hand and throws it to the floor. 

I found the video for you. Watch and please turn up your sound to listen. The sound is very eventful.

I have watched that video several times, and I take great satisfaction out of watching her crash that phone to the floor. Because I've wanted to do the same thing so many times. 

I get tired of being walked into, having people just stop in the middle of an aisle and holding you up. 

What on earth is everyone talking about? First of all, I don't think I'm capable of doing two things like shopping and talking on the phone at the same time. So in a way it's like watching a circus act. Someone walking a tight rope with relative ease. 



Believe it or not, there was a time before all this magnificent technology when you didn't carry phones everywhere you went. 

If your car broke down, usually someone was kind enough to stop to help you. And unless they exited from their vehicle with what appeared to be a broken arm and a handsome face, you typically rolled the dice and hoped for the best. 

If this man had what appeared to be a broken arm, then you'd just pushed the hands of fate and Ted Bundy stood before you, all manner of ugly deeds twisting around in his head.

I don't know. Somehow we survived. It wasn't the end of the world for your car to break down, unless it was out in the middle of nowhere. I never changed a flat tire. 

I didn't even learn how to put gas in my car for a long time, because in the olden days some nice young man did it for you, then washed your front window until it was clear as day. 

I remember driving this huge white boat of a car. I think it was an Oldsmobile, but I can't recall. Boy, it had soft seats and hummed so beautifully and it was really l-o-n-g.

I loved that car. I could go grocery shopping and buy for two weeks for our family of four, and after the young man (we had young men whose job it was to push your cart to your vehicle and store your groceries away for you) got all the groceries in, I still had lots of room. Felt like you were sitting on a cloud driving that huge car.



These days you pay $50,000 dollars for a car that folds up like an accordion if it gets hit. 

Speaking of being hit. When I moved to Oklahoma three years ago, I didn't have a scratch on my 2006 Pathfinder. Now it looks like a drunk drove it and lived to tell the tale. People are always hitting my car in parking lots. 

I come out of the store to a new dent and I wonder why they can't leave their insurance information under my windshield wiper? 

Heaven knows I'll probably never be able to afford another car, and I've tried really hard to keep this one in good condition. But park in a store parking lot, and you are suddenly a magnet for people who don't have the common decency to feel bad about smashing into your car. They don't leave their name and write "I'm sorry. Call this number." 

For all I know, they were carrying on some mundane conversation on their cell phone or texting, which you will never see me do in this lifetime.

I've been hit on all sides now. For some reason this never has happened to me before. This city is three times bigger than the one I moved from. No one ever hit me in the parking lot. And naturally back then I could have paid to have it fixed. 

Now I drive around in a dented vehicle and I no longer frown when I see cars with their back windows covered in garish cardboard and tape. Or car doors wired shut so they don't fall open. And when they go through a drive-thru, it's like watching a magician pay and get their food.

I have now entered the world of people who get all manner of dents and continue to drive around with them. Because heavens, it would cost a lot to actually use the insurance I pay a small fortune for. I don't dare call them and say I want my car dents to be fixed. 

I think I've told you that car insurance in OK is the highest in this country. We have hellish roads with pot holes you could hit and bite your tongue off they're so deep. We pay state income taxes. We pay taxes on food. And they can't even build a decent road to drive our very expensively insured cars on.

It's common knowledge that it's easy to know when you cross the state line from Oklahoma into Texas. The highways and roads are suddenly smooth as silk. 

Guess I've prattled on long enough. Got to get my foot up, and maybe I can move a little closer to showing you that kitchen in the coming days.
Cozy Little House
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  1. I loved reading all of that - it was like chatting with my own mother. Stream of consciousness conversations that get the news told...I've noticed that since my knee surgery and my slow as a snail ways, people are impatient with me at the store. One of these days my cane might whack a butt. I'm just saying...accidents do happen. Can't wait to see your boho kitchen!

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    1. Well, whack a butt. But hope they aren't "sue happy!"

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  2. I had fun reading the whole post, Brenda. I hear you about the cell phones. I have one that I carry with me but I don't use it to just chit-chat in stores, parking lots or on the road. It's crazy! Too bad about the dings and dents in your car and that your insurance is so high.
    Can't wait to see your kitchen but foot rest comes first!!!! xo Diana

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    1. The dogs are so happy when I sit down and they can snooze beside me. Abi cries when I paint, angry because she isn't able to be right up against me.

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  3. Thanks for the giggle. I proudly drive my 16 year old car. Yes, it has a couple of dents, but like you I don't know when I'll be able to get another one. When I was in the ninth grade my homeroom teacher was apparently schizophrenic and was carted out of our classroom one day. We never said anything when he talked to invisible people. After that I was sent to boarding school :)
    xo
    Laura

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  4. Well, that's a story you need to tell in great detail!

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  5. Brenda, I'm going to look at that Video. When one of my daughters graduated from High School there was some idiot talking on his cell phone loudly while the Valedictorian was giving her speech. How rude! I said something but he didn't care. My Ex kept saying don't make a scene. It wasn't my daughter's speech, but it might have been. Whew...venting feels good sometimes. Spring is coming so I'm hopeful for some flowers soon.
    hugs,
    Linda

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    1. Did it crack you up? I laugh with abandon each time I watch it.

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  6. My daughter gets mad at me because I park in the handicapped space sometimes, due to my back fusion I do have a card, but by parking in them I get less dents! I love listening to someone spill the family problems in the meat market all the while chatting as loudly as they can! NOT. I have no idea why people do that, especially in waiting rooms!

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    1. I have to say that since I started parking in the handicapped spots with my new sticker, I don't think I've been hit. And I'm so very careful when I get out of my car not to even let my door touch the car next to me.

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  7. I don't understand the cell phone obsession either...can you believe that I have actually heard people talking on the phone while they are in the restroom stall? Crazy!
    Hope your teacher was ok! That had to be scary for the students.
    Get some rest, and I look forward to seeing your kitchen makeover.

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    1. I've actually heard of them dropping their precious cell phones in the toilet. Some people have to be "connected" 24/7. I hope their phone was ruined. I know, sounds kind of mean.

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  8. Weather...ours is very fickle here (IL) in March, too. Could be 80; could be 10. There could be snow or torrential rains. You just never know from day-to-day. Last week I was wearing short sleeves; today I was back to my winter coat. I'm not surprised to hear what that teacher had to say, especially with children in Special Ed classes. I worked in the school system for about 5 years, so saw (almost) everything. Yes, children were better behaved for the most part when we were growing up, and I think there's a LOT of reasons for this, but I also don't think there were as many children with special needs back then as there are now. I certainly don't remember any Special Ed classes in any of the schools I went to.

    Cars...my car is 14 years old with 138,000 miles on it, but it is in excellent condition, both on the exterior and mechanically. There is not a speck of rust and the paint job is still very shiny (it's black). I love my car and because it's in great condition and runs fine, I want to take very good care of it as long as possible. I certainly can't afford a new car right now! Thus said, it peeves me off to no end when people nick the side of my car with their car door. Because my car isn't brand-new, it doesn't count to them? I am so careful when getting out of my car to make sure that I never hit anyone else's door. I don't care if it's a 2015 Mercedes next to me or a 2000 Ford. Respect is respect. And then there's the phones...that drives me crazy when people are chatting non-stop on their phones in stores and not paying attention to where they're going and they practically run into you. I do not talk on my phone in stores, but the few times that I've had to answer a text while in the store, I make sure to pull my cart to a spot where there's no traffic. I also think it's very rude for people to be talking on their phones while checking out; totally ignoring the cashier.

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    1. PS - car insurance is very high here in IL, too - and so is sales tax, gasoline tax, property taxes, and utilities. We also have pot holes all over the place, especially in Chicago. It's like driving through a mine field!

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    2. You're right: respect is respect. I'm lucky that my car only has a little less than 39,000 miles on it. Because I don't like to go out. I would feel terrible if I was cruising through a store parking lot and smashed into someone's car. And I find it EXTREMELY rude to see someone talk on the phone while a checker is checking them out. The person helping you deserves to be acknowledged.

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  9. I have a flip phone that I will not part with because I don't want to be one of those people who go to lunch with friends and they are all on Facebook or the internet. I see it with families, parents are on phones, their children are on phones all while they are supposed to be having a nice family conversation with one another at a restaurant table. I tell you, I am so happy I did not grow up with all of this bull crap. Kids don't know how to converse with one another unless it is by text. I grew up in the 70's and 80's and we got to stay out until dark and run wild through the neighborhood on our skateboards and bikes. I never regret not having children. I adore them, I truly adore children...but then they grow up into pre-teens and then teenagers and if you raised them right, it is still a crap shoot.....a real big crap shoot! Happy Thursday.

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    1. Yep, you're right. Talking about autism and lack of communication skills. We are raising a society of children who will have no communication skills because they live their lives texting.

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  10. I still miss the guys who would fill up your gas tank, wash the windshield, and check your oil. We have a small local Kroger that will take your groceries to the car for you. I usually decline the offer. When I had small children I always took their help.
    What a world these days....and I am an old cranky lady apparently.
    Thanks for the chuckles. Why do we laugh at. A teacher passed out on the floor. A teacher who talked to invisible people! I am a retired high school teacher...but in a rural area. I got out some years ago.
    Sheila

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  11. You can also tell when you leave Kansas and enter Oklahoma by the roads. I was raised in Oklahoma but the roads are terrible. One of the advantages of using my handicap tag (I've had a total knee replacement) is the parking spots are usually a little bigger and we don't get near the scratches on our doors from people banging their doors against ours.

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    1. What they're doing to my car can't simply be hitting it with their doors. They are obviously driving into it!

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  12. Omg you have me laughing so hard...it's so true about our roads and they are never going to get better. When David Walters got the whole turnpike thing to pass several years ago we thought the roads would get better and they just got worse.

    P.S. The reason the cars are so bad is because we did away with state inspections on vehicles and I'm so glad they did because every time it was time for my inspection something went wrong with my car.

    I have dents on all my cars too.

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    1. Someone told me that they don't fix the pot holes correctly. They do the "quick fix" that will last a very short time instead of doing it right and having it last. Now why would they waste money doing that?

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  13. Why don't you have a handicap parking sticker? That is one line worth standing in.

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    1. I do now have one. Just got it a few weeks ago in the mail.

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  14. Can't wait to see the kitchen!
    You are so talented.

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    1. Too bad I wasn't gifted with a whole lot of common sense though! Like painting myself into an apartment!

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  15. The phone thing really took over once the phones became 'Smart"! Mentioning that video reminded me of the movie where the lady lost her cool and started ramming someone else's car in the parking lot. I think it was Fried Green Tomatoes?

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    1. I do believe it was Fried Green Tomatoes and Kathy Bates? Didn't you just want to congratulate her on her audacity?

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  16. I'm going through the exact same things that you mentioned, here in Va. Just got an estimate about what our real estate taxes would be for the year.. Don't know why they are going up====all the good stores are being relocated to a higher income area, no walking trails, pot holes, MS13 gangs, high car insurance, etc., etc., etc..
    I really don't know how we existed before the smart phone. I know about people stopping in a store with their cart and not moving, even if one says "excuse me".
    I remember being a quiet girl in school too. I was struck on my back with a yard stick for not sitting up straight and was caught chewing gum.. Had to sit with it on my nose through an assembly. Not fun !
    Have a great weekend----looking forward to seeing your "new" Boho kitchen.
    Charlotte

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    1. Well, without the smart phones we would obviously have had to curl up and die! That was cruel to make you sit with chewing gum on your nose. Had that happened to me, I would have had to crawl through the floor. Imagine all the eyes looking at you!!! Well, you don't have to imagine. You lived it.

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  17. You are so right about the loud talking on the cell phone, so obnoxious! As if we care what they are saying and they are sooo important. As far as texting goes, I don't. I swear I feel as if there is something wrong with me because I don't have my nose in a phone while I walk.

    We just bought a new car,,,,well three weeks ago. Not my idea and I'm still in mourning for my 2002 Mercury Mountaineer which we traded in and Never had an ounce of trouble. I feel like a traitor. I rode in the car for my first trip yesterday. It has everything and it talks. I couldn't figure out where to turn down the radio volume for 2 hours. Yes, it's pretty and has tons of safety features, but it will never have my love...not like my other car. I loved that car. We wonder where it is now and I think my husband has a few regrets, which he will probably never express. Oh well, now we have more safety....and a long walk in the parking lot because he won't park anywhere near other cars.

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    1. Guess you'll get your exercise! That's why I worry about getting any sort of GPS system. Don't they talk to you? I think I would go bonkers trapped in a car with a voice talking to me, even if it was telling me where to go. It would interfere with my voice talking to me. As soon as my ex paid off a car, the very next month he would buy a new one and have to start payments all over again. Seemed crazy to me.

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  18. What did we do before cell phones...less accidents and more face to face conversation. Good read Brenda!
    Blessings,
    Cindy

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    1. I don't think families at restaurant tables would have the slightest idea of what to say to one another now that they've been anesthetized to communicating by "smart" phone. Seems the smarter the phones become, the dumber the people become.

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  19. What an interesting look at how the world has changed. I talked to the school head guidance counselor when my daughter was in 6th grade about the school situation. Why, I asked, do kids fight and disrupt the classroom and bully less fortunate children (the mentally handicapped for instance)? Her reply: There are no boundaries set at home, and at school we are legally prevented from enforcing rules. Well by now, these kids have become adults, and this is part of our society. Fortunately, there are still some parents who raise children the right way, and it's a privilege to know those young people.

    Mary

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    1. And you were one of those parents who raised their children right, Mary Clark. And I commend you for that. That was not only a gift you gave to your children, but a gift you gave to society.

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  20. I read some of your post out loud to Ray. We were both agreeing. I don't know what is wrong with people now. I suppose I have become a cranky old lady, too, like one of your other bloggers commented.

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    1. Well, count me in that cranky category. I try to stare down the people chattering on their phones and walking into my basket. But they don't see me at all.

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  21. I taught first primary at a Sacred Heart School in Bahrain. First primary is roughly the equivalent to second grade in the US. I had 45 kids in my class and no assistant. My kids were a mix of wealthy, poor and middle class and from all races and many nationalities. They wore uniforms which I believe in because a uniform is a great equalizer. Poor kids were as valued as wealthy ones. My kids behaved and if one did not and I sent a note home I would receive an apology from both the child and the parent the next day. Teaching these kids was a complete joy! When I came back to the states I taught in a private school in Houston. The kids were spoiled by their self absorbed parents. I had little cooperation or support from many of these adults. As much as I liked the kids I felt like I was fighting a losing battle. That was 30 years ago. Since then I have witnessed a generation of those kids grow up to be unsettled and discontent. Boundaries are needed. We can't all do what we want when we want it without chaos. I grieve for the future.

    Big Texas Hugs,
    Susan and Bentley

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    1. I do too. Why did parents suddenly decide to give their child "creative freedom" to express themselves however they desired? An injustice to the child and society at large. Just goes to show you it isn't the children; it is the way the parents raised them. If I'd gone running willy-nilly in a store, I'd have paid for it. I would not have DARED.

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  22. I love your posts! I too would have never thought to behave the way children do today. Would have had my ears boxed. And to disrespect a teacher, Never. I was a preschool teacher for 7 years. We did not allow for such behavior with the little ones. I was only "hit" once and I think it was a love tap or maybe just frustrated with me. I did not allow him to run in the classroom. It is a great story. My fellow teacher and I laugh to this day!!!

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    1. I don't know if it's the parents today or the chemicals in the environment that causes kids to act the way they do. Probably some of both.

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  23. The video was "priceless" Isn't it difficult to even imagine someone sitting next to you, and carrying on like the lady on the phone. Good grief..really, what is wrong with some people????.I loved it when the other lady threw the phone on the floor. Good for her... Yea!!!! ..and me like you, I wish things were like they used to be in the "old" days. The entire world seems to be spinning out of control...

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    1. I wonder what happened after the video ended? Every time I get frustrated with someone over their cell phone antics, I come home and watch that video!

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  24. So much of this post I agree with. My brother was a middle school principal. Many times he told me he would contact parents because their children were disrespectful to rules or teachers. Often times he would be told by parents "Timmy is not my problem when he's at school, so you deal with him"....how insane is that??
    Ditto for cell phones...what is so urgent that you have to walk around a store and be talking to someone while walking into people.
    The other day I was in a parking lot and the woman parked next to me got in her car and let her door hit into my car! I got out and asked her why or why was she not more careful? Her response "did I hit your car?" no apology, nothing....sigh
    I often get discouraged by what surrounds me today. I actually worry for my young grand daughter who turns 3 today. What is it going to be like for her?

    Jeannette

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    1. The child is not the parent's problem when they're at school? Well, maybe the parent needs to learn right alongside little Johnny and find out what manners are.

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  25. You're preaching to the choir, Brenda. I complain about the way todays world is all the time.

    xo

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  26. Gosh, I miss those good ol' days, and I'd gladly give up my cell phone to have them back.

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  27. I miss them too. I miss that big old car that purred like a kitten. I miss being able to walk in a store and not be assaulted by noise from a zillion conversations.

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  28. Your picture of the tulip bulb is beautiful, a work of art!

    I miss the big old cars too, I miss all the leg room. Our last big car was a '92 Town Car and was so comfortable on trips.

    I guess it has finally become accepted manners to use your cellphone in restaurants. I wonder if any of the expensive ones in NYC ban them in theirs?

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  29. I enjoyed reading your post and agree with you on every point. I remember riding shotgun in my Granny's big old Pontiac for miles and miles in the summer time with the windows rolled down. It was huge and glided along smooth as could be. The trunk served many times as our picnic table as we munched on sandwiches on the side of some country road. We could definitely have lived in that car. It was our favorite past time, riding around seeing the countryside. Good times!

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