Fun in the Car

On Sunday, the Lady did two things she hadn’t tried in a long time. Firstly, the Significant Other let her practice driving standard on his lovely new car –the indelible Jeannie. See Dear Reader, the four of us –the Lady, the S.O., Jeannie and I– are taking a trip to Minneapolis next week. And although the fellow is an accomplished driver, it’s not feasible for him to drive the entire trip, which is why the Lady practiced. Clutch, gas, clutch, shift. First, fourth, third. Oh dear! It was a lesson in patience, to be sure. The S.O. watching as his baby was being tortured at the hands of this monster! No, no, he was a gentle teacher and I was pleased from my perch on the backseat to hear him praise the Lady’s effort. She was thrilled.

After all the practicing, they were hungry and so the S.O. suggested taking a drive out to Lockport for dinner. On the way the Lady decided that she would eat a hotdog. For most people, this might be a mundane act, a regular occurrence, but my Lady is not a meat eater and a wiener has not passed her lips since the nineties. But there I sat, dangerously close to a pile of goose poo, watching as the Lady devoured an entire hotdog with the works. It was a day of firsts for this Pretty Purple Purse.