All week, my father has been telling my mother all the things wrong with her car. He had arranged to take the car in for service this morning.
He’s a bit of a schemer, though — he had no intention of having her car repaired. He’d arranged to have it replaced instead, just in time for my mom’s birthday. So at noon today they walked out of the house to go to a fancy lunch, and there in the driveway was her new car, a 2002 PT Cruiser in “Inferno Red.” With a matching red cell phone, natch.
Is that cool, or what?!