QEII and I were driving along in her car, bought at about the same time we bought our new car.
"How's George going these days?" she asked, referring to the mighty Ford Laser that has accompanied Grumpy and I on many an adventure lo these thirteen years. "Are you still driving him?"
"Oh we sure are!" I replied, thinking fondly of the way George still rips around the streets, even with a non-functioning radiator (admittedly, idling in traffic for extended periods he does get a little hot under the collar). "But we're not going to fix him up or service him or anything like that. We're just letting him die."
"But you drive him every day."
"Yep."
"So you're killing him."
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You're not killing him. You're simply ensuring that when his time comes you can say, "He went doing what he enjoyed most."
Thank you, Rodney. Of course, I didn't let that little comment go unanswered. I noted that George was still a loved and treasured member of the family, unlike QE1's poor mobile, Daryl, who, as soon as he'd outlived his usefulness, was sent to the knackers.
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