Summer lives at the coast where everyone is very hip and chicky fine, you know.
Because I’m going there to see my daughter today, I’m wearing a colorful dress with lots of sparkles and design and I even put on my orange shoes.
On my way down the mountain I stop at the car wash. I like to stop at this one because the middle eastern men do the best car washing job.
While my car is being washed and hand dried I sit outside on a blue iron bench and casually watch the men at work.
Eventually, a good looking guy, maybe in his 30’s, lifts his arm and calls out, “Jaguar! Jaguar!”
As I’m handing him my receipt he says, “You have very, very, very, very, beautiful…” (more…)