Milage

[susandennis]

In July of 1999 I had a job that was about 25 miseable miles from my house. I liked the job ok but the commute sucked. I also hated my car. So I turned it in for a new one that I really did like - a bright red Ford Escort - simple and nice. Then, in September, a headhunter called and I quit my job and my commute and turned it in for a job across the street from my house. I now get into the car about twice a month or less.

Today I had to go across town for a meeting and after, as I pulled my car back into the garage, it turned 3,993 miles. Now I just hope that next time I get in it, I remember to watch it turn 4,000.