He's studying film
at
Scottsdale Community College.
His transportation happens to also be his
first car.
It's a 1997 Mercury Tracer.
It's purple too,
Barney purple.
As Cole was walking out the front door he said,
"My horn honks randomly so I have to unhook the battery."
"What?" I said, falling off my chair while I laughed my head off.
(I mean, I really laughed and laughed hard.
I'm still laughing as I write this.)
"Well, when I'm driving and the horn goes off, I just hit the horn and it stops.
(I mean, I really laughed and laughed hard.
I'm still laughing as I write this.)
"Well, when I'm driving and the horn goes off, I just hit the horn and it stops.
I can't do that when I'm in the house or at school so I have to unhook the battery."
Then he left out the door shaking his head to the sounds of my laughter.
Then he left out the door shaking his head to the sounds of my laughter.
Why is it I find his unfortunate event so completely
hilarious!?
Could it be that it's as it should be?
I mean, he's an 18 year old boy with an old, purple car.
A boy who has given me more trouble than my dog Ted.
(That's saying a lot!)
I think it's one of those Universe things.
This.is.payback.