A little honesty about being blonde
Okay, so I'm not really blonde, although I was when I was a very young child. But I grew out of it, until this morning. At that point I had the penultimat moment of stereotypical blondeness. You remember that I bought a new truck last month. Well it's a cab and a half, with jump seats behind the main seats. It's great for groceries but a pain in the ass to get to since the seats are set so far back on the front. Anyway I had it filled with boxes of files and my computer and I started unpacking this morning. I get almost finished when I see a small lever on the jam of the passenger's side. Now, never learning that you don't push buttons or pull levers you don't know what they do I pulled it and the fucking back door opened up. Yup, there were two doors in the back. Now, I'm thrilled at this but feel really blonde and dumb since I never thought that would happen and didn't see the seam or the hinge, which is internal to the frame. You may all laugh now, thank you. Moi