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| My new gig comes with the use of this vehicle, which is pretty handy since the nearest store is an hour away. Not that I need to go there often--in two weeks here this was the first time I made the journey, but it sure beats the uncertainty of hitchhiking. The loose roof thumps like a drum over bumps but I just sing along with it. When I saw the old woman at the side of the road in flowing rain- bow robes with her thumb out I didn't hesitate to stop. As I was making room for her she asked, "What day of the week is it?" She smiled wide, the lines on her face deeper than the treads of a new tire. I didn't have a ready answer. "Is it Thursday or Friday?" she prompted as I sat there calculating backwards to the last day that I knew had a name. "Wednesday, I think." She couldn't believe it so I confirmed with a quick swipe of my phone. She smiled even wider. "Never mind then. I don't have to be anywhere today." She slipped back into the shadows as I pulled away, grinning. |
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