Sometimes a person gets a big truck. They love the feeling of being up high, being bigger than most other people, all those doors and shaded windows to make people wonder who the big cheese is … and then one day they have to park that big sucker. That’s the day they panic because they can’t see the yellow lines beneath that big honkin’ truck and every one of us who were in that crowded parking lot today (or reads this blog) realizes that this person bought themselves more truck than they can handle. Oops!
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