The Honda

[Kathleen Gabriel]

"...something that gets better mileage, like a Honda," she said, but that was all he caught since, as usual, he hadn't been listening to her middle-aged chatter.

"Whatever you want to do is fine with me," he said, but woke later wondering if she really meant to buy a car all on her own, without him along to oversee the process.

The next day after work, he thought she'd given up on the idea because her Lincoln was still sitting in the driveway, big as life and twice as dusty. But the vexed look on her face as she combed snarls out of her hair told him that something unusual had happened. 

She said, "I forgot to braid it."

He puzzled for a minute, then ran to the garage and stood staring, appalled, at the Honda 350 motorcycle and the vision of his gray-haired wife riding it. 

[Kathleen Gabriel]

Me, too, Tracey. lol

[Tracey Mallaby]

Just the kind of middle-aged girl I plan to be :)

[Kathleen Gabriel]

Thanks, Bolton, Mike and Jeanette! 

[Jeanette Cheezum]

HAHA Seems like she had a few ideas of her own and wanted to feel some air in that gray hair. You go sister!

[Mike Handley]

Outstanding, Kathleen. And I'm glad she kept the Lincoln (I do sooo love them).

[bolton carley]

love it!  fab ending and so universal in your topic.  great stuff!

[Kathleen Gabriel]

Keep on listening, Ron!

[Ron. Lavalette]

HA! This is exactly why I pay very close attention to every syllable My Beloved Sandra utters.

[Kathleen Gabriel]

I hope so, Robert! It'd serve him right! 

[Robert Crisman]

Maybe she'll give him a ride in the b***** seat.