The Plan B for family transportation, and I hope it's temporary, is to let him use my Passat and for me to borrow my mother's 1996 Buick Roadmaster, like the one in the picture above. I know that it's a parent's duty to make sacrifices for the benefit of their children, but I'm thinking that this blow to my image (self image that is) may be too much for me to endure. With the Passat I could delude myself into thinking that I am sporty, green, fuel efficient and somewhat hip; hey, it's my delusion. Now, I'm that grumpy gray haired dude blocking traffic in the grocery store parking lot. I feel the urge to only drive while wearing a gingham fedora, hands fixed at the ten and two position. Next thing you know, people will tell me I smell funny. Let me stop writing and start working on a plan that fixes my image problem.
Dave, I used the word whilst and I could have used it twice. It's my British heritage :)
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Please show Joe my posts and warn him that doctors won't be getting a free ride much longer unless they start kissing patient booty.
P.S. You should read Frankenstein, you'd learn a whole bunch of cool rare English words to blog about.
P.P.S. The kid always gets the beater. Give him the 96 olds.
You don't really think he pays more attention to his studies than the car, do you? I don't care if he maintains a 4.0, he's got you conned. Give him the Old Olds.
It's an old Olds and an even older Buick, but it's not a car that gives me the image problem.
It's just a car...Not who you or Joe are.
Thank your Angles you still have your Mom to help..
Go out and buy yourself a Porche you cheapskate.
I'm with Pam. And haven't you sacrificed enough by just sending Joe to medical school? He needs a Passat too?
And PLEASE get rid of the gingham fedora - quick!
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