I’ve probably mentioned this before but when we moved to Missouri, there was an elderly widow who lived next door to us. She had a gold colored car. She played bridge with a bunch of her elderly friends. Several of those ladies drove gold cars. Vince and Chad were sitting outside one day, when Irene had all her bridge lady friends over. Chad and Vince came to the conclusion that as soon as your husband dies, you buy a gold car and that tells all the other men that you’re available. There’s not one bit of truth to that postulation.
Vince is always saying that when he passes away, I’ll go out and buy myself a gold car before he’s even buried. Again . . no truth to that.
One day while I was in MO, Addie and I went to Walmart and we parked next to a gold car.
Addie: Granny! You need to get a golden car like that one. (Actually, it looked like it had seen much better days!)
Me: Adde, why did you say that?
Addie: Because! I love golden cars.
It kinda surprised me when she said that I needed a golden car because I doubt she’s heard Vince talk about me buying a gold car but maybe she has. She’s not around him that much.
I told her that gold wasn’t my favorite color for a car so I doubted I would ever get one but maybe when she gets her own car, she can get a golden car.