Saturday mornings are dedicated to cleaning, doing laundry, and running errands. Preferably all before lunch. Afterwards, that is when the real weekend begins.
This particular Saturday, I made a liquor run before returning home. After buying alcohol, I saw this:
I’ve stopped watching horror movies for the most part although “thrillers” seem just as bad, but I definitely recognized Chucky and his bride. Not sure if they were just for decoration or a clever security ploy, but the windows were rolled down and no one was in the car. I didn’t go closer to investigate since that would have been suspicious even if the horror dolls weren’t there.
The following Saturday, Mom had me go on a wild goose chase. She takes a vision supplement that is usually out of stock. I’d been to more than one pharmacy and hadn’t found the exact formulation she used. She didn’t want the same name brand with a different formula. I told her that it would be easier to find unicorn milk.
A few days later, ask if speaking it into existence, this woman parked behind me:
When I joked about her not having unicorns, she told me that she hadn’t added them yet. I didn’t think that ductaping things onto one’s car was legal, but it’s certainly entertaining.
On Da Edge Cowgirl definitely seemed like my kind of person or certainly a character worthy of loosely basing a fictional character on. I scarcely remember anything she said about herself since most of our conversation was about the event. Yet, perhaps the fewer facts the better for fictional purposes.
So often, people use cars as status symbols. Happy to see some people make other statements. Even if I’m not sure what it said.