I’ll be in New York all next week, and last night Jake casually inquired what I thought if, upon my return, my luxurious Volkswagen Passat featuring heated seats was gone, replaced by yet another pickup truck. (We have three pickup trucks already.) I just shrugged and said, yeah, sure, whatever….as long as there’s room enough for groceries, dogs and hopefully one of these days a life form resembling a baby.
My old friend Pauline, who’s been staying with us from NYC for the past week and a half, witnessed this exchange and commented that it appears my transformation from city to country is now complete. Three years ago, I would have likely guffawed at Jake’s suggestion — NO WAY! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, SOME KIND OF COWGIRL?!?!? DO I LOOK LIKE A LESBIAN TO YOU?!?!? — but my life has changed so much in these past years, that swapping my carriage of class and sophistication for another set of utilitarian, mud-splattered wheels seems….foregone.
My only request is that whatever truck he gets will come equipped with a muffler and no mud flaps featuring chrome silhouettes of naked ladies.
That’s all I ask.
Rest assured, when I come back from New York, there will be no more Passat.
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