My Nissan was due for an oil change. This time around, instead of demanding a loaner for the day, I decided to wait out the 30-45 minutes it would take to service my vehicle. As I entered the lounge, I noticed a fellow customer scarfing down a majority of the complimentary baked goods. It’s a good thing I’m developing the wherewithal to resist temptations of all varities or I would have had to wrestle the bad boy for the chocolate chips. He was as hot as the aromatic freshly baked cookies. A diversion was in order.
It amazes me that free wi-fi is provided everywhere these days: Cafes and coffee shops, restaurants and bars, hotels and airports, book stores and supermarkets, libraries, RV parks, and, yes, even my state-of-the-art dealership. Rather than yield to aforementioned distractions, I instead whipped out my laptop and checked in with the internet world. This also kept me from bee lining into the nearest sales office to bargain.
No. 31 on my bucket list is “own a fire engine red convertible.” Right outside the door, in my direct line of sight, was an attention-grabber of another kind: the sweetest Pontiac Soltice. It was definitely my kind of car, and I envisioned myself motoring down the open road in the ragtop while sporting oversized designer sunglasses, flashing a brilliant smile and oscillating my best parade wave to those I zoomed by.
Enough daydreaming; back to reality. Suffice it to say that even though the crimson beauty flaunted a sales tag, No. 31 still remains unchecked. Some day, just not today.
But all was not lost ... they washed my trusty Altima!
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