much can be said about secret-admirers. those who swoon. those delivery-people of sweet-nothings. those optimists hoping only for a reciprocated butterfly flutter felt deep within. and how charming it is to be the object of one's affection.
unless, of course, the object we're talking about is your sweet baby, charlie.
as i laid my eyes upon charlie parked across the street this morning, i was suddenly startled by what seemed to be a note posted on his windshield. nervous nelly over here instantly assumed it was an apology note detailing what was "accidentally" hit and who to contact so we could "settle" the repairs. but much to my amazement, it was quite the opposite.
hi...wondering if you might be interested in selling your car. (phone number). thank you. (signed).
although flattered - or better yet, dumbfounded - i couldn't help but wonder who does that? nowhere does charlie display any possibility of being in the market. and to be honest, a note like that doesn't prompt me in the slightest to even consider selling him.
so secret-admirer, with that perfect penmanship of yours, let those wandering eyes feast on some other ride. charlie is with ME and he's here to stay!
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