Dealing with the repairs in the house and the plumber could put anyone in a very bad mood.  Especially, since I have cheap labor, my son and I, to repaint the bathroom and other odds and ends.  Mother and son work together!   Before I recruited him for the job, I wished that I knew this is like teaching your kid to drive – no can do.

During the lunch hour, I rushed home to pay for an unexpected repaired broken pipe.  This made me more edgy than ever.  No one likes to part with their money, especially when no money is stacked up in some secret place.  You can image what mood I was in.

On the way back to the office, I saw a black car on the side of the highway. The traffic was light, so I slowed down to see what was going on. I can’t believe it! I am such a rubber necking person.

It was a black convertible Porsche.   An awfully agitated man with a big beer belly was pacing and talking on the cell near the Porsche. Suddenly my day looked brighter and my mood picked up a few notches!

I hate those Porsches flying up and down the only highway in my neighborhood, especially at night.   Those speeding Porsches frighten me to the point that I am afraid to drive on my neighborhood highway at late night.  They think the highway belongs to them just because they own a fast car.

The big beer belly guy doesn’t fit the commercial image of a hunk with a Porsche!  I drove past it with a smile and said to myself: “I would stop to help, if you didn’t have that big beer belly!”

Ha, Ha, Ha, The sight of a broken down Porsche with a frustrated Big Beer Belly man was the best revenge for all those nights that I was spooked by speeding Porsches.  The outside and inside appearances were such an extreme difference! Money can’t buy all things!

I’m wondering what would have happened, if the guy hadn’t had a BIG BEER BELLY! Would I stop? I must be a very shallow person, only to look skin deep!   What a revelation about myself!