I usually sleep during our road trips to South Florida, but no matter how groggy I am, I can always tell when we've arrived back just by glancing at the traffic.
To our left, a brand new six figure Ferrari headed toward the beach with a supermodel in the front seat. In front of us, three Haitians, according a flag on their window, with non functioning brake lights driving a Nissan from back before Boy George lost his marbles. And to our right, a humungous box held together by duct tape and stuffed into a trunk headed West toward the Everglades, most likely carrying a dead body.
So.
Yeah.
That's how you know that you're home.
To our left, a brand new six figure Ferrari headed toward the beach with a supermodel in the front seat. In front of us, three Haitians, according a flag on their window, with non functioning brake lights driving a Nissan from back before Boy George lost his marbles. And to our right, a humungous box held together by duct tape and stuffed into a trunk headed West toward the Everglades, most likely carrying a dead body.
So.
Yeah.
That's how you know that you're home.
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6 comments:
Why must you always make fun of my car when you're here?
I had no idea you upgraded to a Ferrari.
Ohhhhhhhh, you're good....
By the way, what in the heck is going on with Riverplace downtown? That building has become a total ghost town. I'm getting so many calls from people moving out of there.
I love how you break the news to the would-be-but-not-gonna-be tenants... :P
Such diversity of life even if seen by what people drive. I just wonder which car occupants are the happiest?
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