I flew home to visit for a week last month. My sister picked
me up from the airport and took me to my parent’s house where I’d be staying. I’d
planned to take mom to Florida to visit family and friends for four days. My
sister and I had done a lot of planning to make sure our dad was taken care of
while mom and I were gone.
My parents have two cars: one is an old Toyota Corolla; the
other is a 2005 Hyundai SUV. Since mom only drives the Toyota, I thought I’d
ask to drive the SUV to Florida since I needed a car and since it needed to be
driven. I’ve always met resistance when asking to borrow one of my father’s cars,
so I expected it this time.
“That would be ‘no’,” he said when I asked to drive the SUV
to Florida. “Crossing the state line… to Florida! Two women?” As if this was a
high-risk proposition that only got worse the more he thought of it.
That’s OK,
I was prepared. I smiled and said “OK” and changed the subject. But I remembered
and wrote down his actual words because they are just too good.
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