stunned by the silence at the end 🙂
It dawned on me in a flash today that I don’t handle stress very well. Nope, not at all.
I was an anxious little girl, teenager, young adult, and now I am a middle-aged whackjob.
Doubt me? Here, let me show you.
My best friend, my daughter and I went to go check out a minivan that just came in as a trade today at the used Chevy dealership this morning. The salesman was very nice to us yesterday, and told me he would call me this morning about another car that we had been looking at the previous day.
That one was out of our price range, because I am poor and have gnarly credit. We were looking at no more than $1,800. He treated us with respect and understanding. I just wanted a POS (piece of shit.) Something that can get me to the drugstore, teach the kid…
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