eelgrass
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Yesterday afternoon I went to the local building supply store. I parked and was talking on my phone when a frail old lady (she looked to be about 80) came out of the store and walked over to the car next to me. It was a white, later model Mustang. She opened the passenger door, put her purse on the seat, and reached into the paper bag from the store and got out one of those razor blade paint scraper tools.
She then went to the front of her car and started scraping the paint off the hood. She was working real hard and managed to scrape a spot about 4" square. Then she went to the windshield and scraped some kind of imaginary spot off. I could see there was nothing there. Then she went back to the hood and scraped another spot about the same size. I opened my door and said "hello" but she just looked at me like she was going to use it on me, so I shut the door. Then she went to the rear of her car and was scraping paint off the rear quarter panel.
At this point I decided to park somewhere else. When I came out of the store about 10 minutes later she was still scraping away. Earlier I noticed she had a wedding ring on. I bet her husband was real happy to see her when she got home!
Eel
She then went to the front of her car and started scraping the paint off the hood. She was working real hard and managed to scrape a spot about 4" square. Then she went to the windshield and scraped some kind of imaginary spot off. I could see there was nothing there. Then she went back to the hood and scraped another spot about the same size. I opened my door and said "hello" but she just looked at me like she was going to use it on me, so I shut the door. Then she went to the rear of her car and was scraping paint off the rear quarter panel.
At this point I decided to park somewhere else. When I came out of the store about 10 minutes later she was still scraping away. Earlier I noticed she had a wedding ring on. I bet her husband was real happy to see her when she got home!
Eel