After writing about cars yesterday it brought me back to the days of what I call Fred Flintstone's car. This one Chevy I had was slowly losing the floor in the passenger side. It didn't really come to our attention until the day Bobby stayed home from school sick. We had gone to the local grocery store and he asked what the rotten smell was. I told him it must be following us because it was getting worse. Upon arrival at the store, Bobby jumped our of the car and noticed the carpet was smoldering. I put it out with my flip-flop, and that was when I saw the pavement below! We laughed about the car going up in flames and went for food. Bob was aware of the problem and it was just a matter of going shopping for a newer car.
The following week it was raining and I was on my way to work. By the time I got there the legs of my jeans were soaked. Yes, another hole. Guess I'd better start looking for a car, and soon!.......
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