Today I drove Klara to school.
Then I drove to Walgreens to get a pink pool noodle.
Then I drove to a diner to get breakfast because I now can eat diner food.
Then I drove to the post office to mail a package.
Then I drove home because N wanted me to check if he’d left his wallet at home.
Then I drove to a gas station.
Then I drove to the mechanic to repair my car’s AC.
Then I drove to another post office that accepts passport applications.
Then I drove to the Global Foods store.
Then I drove back home.
Then I drove to pick Klara up.
Then I drove us to the swimming pool.
And then I drove us home.
And that’s when I realized I had crossed over to the dark side and became part of the car culture.
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Based your comment in an earlier post about doing your Korean beauty thing while driving around, as if it’s no big deal, I think you crossed over a while ago.
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Good point. 🙂 I’m now the enemy.
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Free medical advice:
If you’re doing ANYTHING except concentrating on the road while you’re behind the wheel of your car, you may not be part of the car culture for long!
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I can see you are not very familiar with Korean beauty rituals. 🙂 All I do is wear a patch on my nose while I drive. The patch reduces the size of pores. Not that I have inordinately large pores but it’s still fun.
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You’re right about that! I saw a lot of pretty girls when I was stationed in Korea, but had no idea how they got that way.
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The dark side is the fun side! I absolutely love driving.
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” I absolutely love driving”
I didn’t mind driving so much (that having to do so for work – 200 to 400 mile jumps every few days got very wearying). And I hate traffic (having to drive through Fort Myers Florida twice a day for the better part of a year did that).
Tootling along on a well kept road in the country with very few other vehicles around, the air conditioner on and the windows open – fun.
Negotiating an eight lane free-for-all when every other car is either a half-blind retiree or a redneck driving a beater that should have been sold for parts years prior and none of them watching much where they’re going … pass.
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