Saturday, March 21, 2009

Michigan: Needle In A Haystack

Mr. Rogue and I were driving to go pick up my parents at the airport after we had had dinner at a local Italian restaurant. We were listening to the radio and I was lost in my own thoughts. Mr. Rogue is so good with me; he seems to know when I need quiet and when I need support and distraction. But my thoughts were disrupted when I noticed his erratic search of the road on all sides. I turned down the music and we had this conversation:
Me – “What are you doing?”

Mr. Rogue – “I just realized that I have not seen a foreign car yet I don’t think, so I am looking for one.”

Me – “You won’t find one easily in Michigan.”

Mr. Rogue –“Why not?”

Me – We just don’t drive those here, you know this being the location of the motor city. We generally only drive American made cars here.”

Mr. Rogue –“That rule can’t pertain to everyone living here. I am sure to find one of them somewhere. It is just a matter of time.”

Me – “Well I guess the best way to find one is to look for the crowd.”

Mr. Rogue – “A crowd?”

Me – “Yea because any person driving a foreign car here will be surrounded by an angry mob getting lynched for the crime of it all.”

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