I had to drive Gregg’s truck this morning. No me gusta. He says that he can’t imagine not enjoying driving a 10-year old F-150 pick-up truck. Well, believe it. Along with feeling every bump, crack, and dip in the road, the thing is just too big for me. I can hardly reach the pedals.
AND! Both of the door handles are broken. So, to get out of the car you have to roll down the crank windows, reach outside and open the door from the outside.
I admit, I’m totally be a snob about this. When we were dating Gregg nicknamed me “Bratastic 5000.” Luckily,it was too long of a nickname to actually catch on.