Could you imagine a day where all your earthly belongings get handled by random people and what was formerly your place of peace and happiness is now an ode to the color cardboard? THEN, on top of all that, one of your very favorite things in the entire world, your beautiful little convertible goes away forever? That is my day today.
Here is where my lovely little Bea used to sit.
I am very appreciative for my wonderful Florida friends because the movers had just left when the buyer calls and says he's ten minutes away. I breathe deeply and ask them to stay. They smile and do.
They watch my back as the potentially creepy buyer drives up. Turns out he's not creepy and a very nice man from Montreal. He and his fellow driver inspect the car, speak with a French accent, hand over the envelope full of cash (the girls count it, and maybe skim a little off the top...), and we sign the title and bill of sale. Then, the girls give me a sweet hug as the icon of my young single-girl carefree life drives away. Sigh.
Fortunately, I had already mourned my loss by wallowing in some ice cream last week, so my trauma is much dissipated. Plus, this big pile of cash helps too! HOLY COW!!!
4 comments:
I think it is really awesome that a Canadian man bought your miata...now you have all the wonderful images of the stereotypical French Canadian driving your car!
No kidding! Loving that picture!
oh that is hard. well, I hear Okinawa is a good place for a scooter if that helps any! :) That picture of cash is awesome.
and isn't the convertible in Super Troopers driven by a French Canadian??
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