Once Melinda and I came out of a restaurant in the Upper Village of Montecito after a long lunch and got into her car to go home.
Long after I went through the CDs and wondered when she became a Art Garfunkel/John Oats fan…
Long after she fully adjusted the driver’s seat, rearview mirror, shoulder belt height, and side mirror…
…did we realize we got into someone else’s car.
Trying to be nonchalant while escaping one green Saab to slither into the only other green Saab in all of Southern California while not laughing is something I’ll always be proud of.
I write awkward tales. Mostly funny. Usually true. Often truthfully funny.