Tim says the things people tell me aren’t normal. My whole life strangers have told me secrets. Women in the frozen food aisle tell me about their health problems and hotel clerks tell me about their parents. Tim always shakes his head when we are together when this happens. He says strangers don’t do this to him, but I’ve never thought it was that strange.
Anyway, back in March I gave up my beloved Mini Cooper. I hated to do it, but practicality prevailed, and I traded Archie in on a bigger family-friendly vehicle. Yesterday a woman from Morgantown called my office. Last month she had purchased the car, and had somehow she had tracked me down. She said that her husband and mechanic had told her that the car had been so well cared for that she knew that I must have loved it. She explained that she loved it as well, and was taking good care it. We ended up talking about her plans for retirement, her husband, her job and her grown children. I was tickled that she had taken the time to update and thank me for my maintenance, and of course, was thrilled to hear that Archie had found such a good home. I didn’t think too much more about it, but when I got home Tim laughed at me. He says things like this don’t happen to "normal" people. Pfft.
