I don’t have the kind of charmed life that makes people jeolous.
I don’t have fame, fortune, or even a job.
But . . .
I do have this:
Suddenly, everyone wants one! Everyone wants to be me! Everyone wants to know my secrets!
I didn’t steal it.
But it sure is a sweet ride.
And with no job, this just might be my retirement vehicle.
When the “bleep” hits the fan, I can wander the streets with my stuff all neatly piled up in here.
After all, I am getting a bit too old to haul around my survival gear in a back pack.
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