I had to drive to central Texas early on Friday morning.
My dad also drove to central Texas on Friday. But in the early afternoon.
Outside of the small town of Hamilton, my father thought he saw my car broken down on the side of the road.
He didn’t stop, but called to let me know that he was thinking about me and hoped I was okay.
Luckily, it wasn’t my car.
3 comments:
WHAT??!!
Are you Kidding me???
Wow. You didn't mention that at lunch. . .
WTF.... Deals.. that is too much! Was he joking?
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