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Dear Reader,
I'm sittin' at the car wash today. My husband's usually the cabana boy at our house, but he's been so busy lately that I thought I'd surprise him and get the car washed.
When I lived in Wisconsin I was in and out of the car wash in 15 minutes. No big deal. But getting your car washed in Florida--at least where I live--takes about an hour. So I always bring something to read, my music and Bose headphones to block out the noise, and my writing notebook, just in case I'm inspired.
Because I like to people watch at the car wash, I've noticed that women and men fill time differently. Women relax, sit on the bench and wait for their names to be called. The men--they're antsy. They pace back and forth and feel the need to chit-chat with the guy who's polishing their car.
Sometimes I play my own version of the 'Match Game.' Like today, can I match the driver to the car? Nope. But who would've thought that little old lady--who pardon me, looks like a bag lady--would be driving a spiffy, black, Mercedes Benz convertible? Fooled again.
And sometimes when I'm sittin' at the car wash, people are watching me.
"Excuse me. My wife and I just have to ask. You're writing so fast, you seem so engrossed in your work, you must be a writer?"
"I am."
"We thought so. We just love to 'people watch' at the car wash."
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
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