My boss asked if I would drive him over to a meeting.
His daughter had his car, and it was too muggy and hot to walk over.
So I obliged.
Let me preface this by saying, he’s tall, probably a little over 6 feet.
Let me also preface this by saying, he could have asked one of my co-workers whose vehicles include a truck, a monster truck, a SUV and a four door sedan.
I think he wanted to see what the little convertible was all about.
I also think that will be last time he asks me for a ride.
He was barely able to get in, and no lie, his knees were up by his ears for the entire ride.
I looked over and asked ~ Are you going to put your seatbelt on?
HELL NO! I cannot move, let alone find the seatbelt!!
Shortly after he exclaimed, HOLY BLEEP! Can you even fit your cat in this car???
As we were driving, I looked over and had visions of what one of those race track trainers would look like in my car with me and thought, Uh Oh.
I am hoping they employ some trainers the size of jockeys, because those are about the only dudes who would be comfortable up in my car with me, particularly racing around track.
We arrived safely at his destination and he had to peel himself out.
Seriously it was kinda iffy there for a moment.
I offered to put the top down to make it easier, but he declined.
He also informed me that he’d be walking home after his meeting!!
Best twenty minutes of my day, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.
So, does anyone else need a ride somewhere?