We witnessed the death of an automobile the other day. The young man across the street finally said farewell to the old clunker he kept parking on our side of the street. Sad for him, happiness for us.
He needed a ride to a car lot, so we drove him to a couple so he could look at used cars. They don’t call them just “used” anymore though; now they are “gently used”, but the price is still ridiculous.
While he was checking them out, even taking one for a quick test drive, Dr. Advice, who is a great conversationalist, picked out a likely young salesman to talk to. When I heard him ask the kid what kind of education he had, I thought ‘ OMG, here we go again, trying to save the young man for a better job.’
After gauging his education, home life and possibilities, he asked him for his card and said he’d see if he knew someone who he could get in touch with. Naturally, the salesman had thought here was a likely old gent to whom he could sell a new car. He had no idea who he was dealing with.
Of course, the good Dr. has been retired for nearly 25 years, so I’m not sure who he was having him call on. He just can’t help trying to save the world.
I, on the other hand, am a mean spirited realist, and told him on the way home that maybe he actually liked what he was doing, or just posssibly he had found the perfect job for his capabilities.
Meanwhile, a purchase had been made, and the happy owner of a nice looking five year old Ford something-or-other had driven off. We stopped for an ice cream cone on our way home and I smilingly assured Dr. Advice that at least we won’t have that old clunker parked on our side of the street any more.