Blue Like Elvis
“We planned to take turns driving to work, and I’d insisted we take my car that morning. We tuned in to hear Rick Dees as we drove. The DJ was in rare form, doing a parody conversation as someone called Lester Roadhog Dees, a crusty old country DJ who kept touting something about “Roadhog’s used cold cuts and left-over deli treats.” Sandra laughed so hard I thought she’d spill her coffee all over my leather seats, but I had to admit he was funny. A nice companion on our morning commutes.
I’d alr...eady grown accustomed to wearing a suit to work. It felt good to be dressed like the rest of the girls. And I couldn’t believe the difference it made, wearing such professional clothing. I felt proud to be part of the team. More mornings than not, I couldn’t wait to get to work.
Half-way there, my Caddy started to sputter.
Sandra turn down the radio. “What’s the matter with it?”
“I don’t know. It’s never done this before.”
It coughed and kicked then seemed to rattle a couple times for good measure.MoreLess
I’d alr...eady grown accustomed to wearing a suit to work. It felt good to be dressed like the rest of the girls. And I couldn’t believe the difference it made, wearing such professional clothing. I felt proud to be part of the team. More mornings than not, I couldn’t wait to get to work.
Half-way there, my Caddy started to sputter.
Sandra turn down the radio. “What’s the matter with it?”
“I don’t know. It’s never done this before.”
It coughed and kicked then seemed to rattle a couple times for good measure.MoreLess
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