Selling my car has been easier than I thought. I mean the actual selling of it. I haven't actually turned over the keys, so that trauma has yet to occur. Two guys in my garage made offers and a third is waiting in case the deal falls through. Pretty popular for the oldster, I'd say. And well deserved.
I broke the news to my donut lady this morning. We took a moment together as she completely understood. I noticed the gal behind me in line waiting to be served and I apologized for keeping her waiting. "That's ok," she said. "I love it when people take time to be friendly."
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