A Candy Red Mercedes Convertible

Yesterday I took Shelley and Chip to the dog park. The humidity was down so you could actually walk the five acres without sweat dripping down into your underwear. On our way back I passed a beautiful bright candy red Mercedes convertible. Top down but with windows rolled up. The driver and only occupant was elderly. That was no surprise. Most hot expensive cars in Charlotte are driven by old men. The young ones can't afford them. But what caught my eye after the color was the handicapped sticker hanging from the mirror and the walker in the backseat. When I pulled up beside him at a light I could see I had been kind to call him elderly. Older than dirt would have been more accurate. But hey the man is living the last years in style. I gave him a big wave when he drove away.