This weekend we were out looking for a second vehicle. Since we're on a budget, we were looking at used car lots. We came across one lot that had a couple of rows of older vehicles. However, when we entered the parking lot, we noticed that the two rows began to get narrower. There was no exit in front, only more cars.Soon, we were in danger of being wedged in. I figured this was not a used car sales lot, but rather an auto graveyard. I was envisioning people driving into this parking lot, and not getting out. So, they abandon their car and left it there to die. Before I wondered if we should have brought flowers and pay our respects, my husband was able to maneuver our car out of there. Unless we know of a vehicle on its last tires, we won't be going there again any time soon!
Isn't it amazing how a bad memory can stick to you like a wad of gum in your hair? You try to remove it, but in order to do that, you need to cut off some of your hair? At first, you’re apprehensive, but in the process, you end up with a nice hair style? At the beginning of my career, I was working at an apartment complex. I must have upset my boss by interrupting him when he spoke to me. I hadn't realized I was in a bad habit of talking over him. I was so anxious to prove I was on top of all the assignments, but in this process, wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise. One day, he held up an eyeglass case and said this signified when it was his time to talk. In front of the other staff, he actually held up the case while he spoke to me. I was embarrassed by his demeaning ways. I didn't put any credence in his opinion. I wrote him off as being a mean old man! For a while, I carried this memory like a wad of hardened gum in my hair. It was brittle and would have
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