Our Trusty, Nameless Van
"Which vehicle is yours, ma'am?" asked the cashier behind the WalMart Tire & Lube Express counter.
"It's the older Toyota Van," I replied.
"The really nice one that looks like it's been to the Sahara?"
"That's the one!" I inwardly chuckled at the thought of it being "really nice," and momentarily thought he was confusing my old beat up van with somebody else's newer one. But no, who else here could have a van decked out like it belongs on the African continent?
"All the guys were ogling that one," he said with a smile as he retrieved my paperwork. Oh really? Guys must think a lot alike, because I can't imagine ogling my van, but Steve's in love with it.
As I turned out of the WalMart parking lot, I noticed car after similar car. Surely mine was the only vehicle this old within miles. And if I didn't beat all the cars in age, I at least beat them in character. I mean, apparently all the guys fawn over this one. I smiled.
"It's the older Toyota Van," I replied.
"The really nice one that looks like it's been to the Sahara?"
"That's the one!" I inwardly chuckled at the thought of it being "really nice," and momentarily thought he was confusing my old beat up van with somebody else's newer one. But no, who else here could have a van decked out like it belongs on the African continent?
"All the guys were ogling that one," he said with a smile as he retrieved my paperwork. Oh really? Guys must think a lot alike, because I can't imagine ogling my van, but Steve's in love with it.
As I turned out of the WalMart parking lot, I noticed car after similar car. Surely mine was the only vehicle this old within miles. And if I didn't beat all the cars in age, I at least beat them in character. I mean, apparently all the guys fawn over this one. I smiled.