If there was a survey that could be done and ever was... I would like to know just how many people have been sailing down the highway oblivious to the bag of meat that was on top of their car. I'm certain I am one of those elite few. You must know that there are two bad things about having a bag of raw meat on top of your vehicle... 1. It would be hard to explain to the trucker behind you why meat products flew off your car onto his windshield at seventy miles and hour and ....2. If you do stop to retrieve the meat, what do you do with it then??? It's not like you want a Ziploc baggie of beef tips dripping onto your floorboard. Of course, all this being considered, you have to wonder why one would have this item on top of their car in the first place. I suppose it's just part of being a Brodnax. Some things simply have no answer. While traveling from my mother's house to our house, a distance of about fifty feet, my husband is known to place things on top of my car. I'm never really certain what is up there. As long as it's not children, I've learned not to complain. I've traveled with pies, meatloaves and cups of coffee all on board without my knowledge. It's those times he forgets to remove these items, that become bothersome. I traveled for two weeks with a bag of licorice on my car that never came off. That's not as bad, however, as traveling across the neighborhood with a kitten in my engine, that did manage to get out... safely, I might add. Only because of Facebook and the status of a young child announcing to the world that she had a new kitten, did I know that our family pet had relocated. Just like the meat products and the licorice, the kitten was retrieved and brought home where it belonged. I'm sure there is a proper pre-driving protocol for checking your car for unknown contents or even unknown passengers. I believe the driver's manual in my glove box says to check for tire pressure, cracked windshields, proper running lights and such. I will never make it to those steps. My pre-driving protocol consists of making sure each child has a shoe for both feet, removing the left-over latte cups from the last time the kids and their friends were in the car, and racing to the car charger before someone else lays claim to it. There is no time to check for tire pressure or meat products on the top of the car. A quick scan to make sure everyone is buckled is the signal to go. I've actually made it half way to another city before I realized I had an extra child in the car with us. She was in the third row with the latte cups I can't reach. That's no man's land and she is lucky I found her when I did. At least she wasn't on top of the car like a bag of meat products or licorice.
When I was five years old, my grandmother would care for me before school each day. She would turn the stereo console on and play big band music from the 40's. I remember dressing up in her mink stole as we danced around the living room spinning and twirling to the classics. She told me that one day the mink would be mine and I hoped that I would be as beautiful as she was wrapped in luxurious mink. Time, of course, came and went and my grandmother passed away many years ago. I have often wondered what happened to her mink stole and wished that I could wear it just one more time. Little did I know, my grandmother had given the stole to her daughter and sometime during the early 80's when fur was not fashionable and we were wearing hideous things like leather pants and spandex, my aunt tossed the mink into the Goodwill bin near her home. She did not know that anyone actually wanted the mink and donated it to charity. She told me she remembers lo
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