I have a friend that is a know-it-all, even though she almost never leaves the house and lives in a small town. She likes to tell me how to do things that she has not done, but I have. Anyway, she was ranting and raving about what terrible cars Fords are, repeating the same clichés that I heard in junior high. I asked if this was based on her vast driving experience.
I knew that she has never had a license, but I had not realized that she had not even had a permit. She claimed "test anxiety" and insisted that she had driven "a lot." Apparently, all of her driving experience was on the simulators in Driver's Ed, which she insisted were real cars. At some point she mentioned her nephew's Power Wheels and I told her the kid had more driving experience than she did.
I also told her that my dad has put one million miles on four Fords.
"Then what happened?"
"He sold three, two to me, but one wore out."
What happened to the two you bought?"
"Someone drove into them."
"See?"
No, no I did not.
One was a 1989 Escort. He put 350,000 miles on it, the engine wore out, and he sold it to a shop. Both of us have seen it since with my "I'm proud of my Eagle Scout" sticker still on the bumper. He says that he would keep his Foci longer, but he drives in isolated areas without cell phone reception.
Yes, I know that I rant and rave, too. I just use longer words.
