Disappointment, followed by acceptance of reality
We traded in my needed-a-new-transmission-at-92000-miles Trailblazer on Black Friday and the OAM got a new Xterra. (I got his Infiniti as a hand-me-down (only one hand though, ba-dum-dum) and even at 155k miles I think I got a good deal).
When cleaning out my Trailblazer, I ran across this box.
I’m getting a bit excited wondering what lovely shiny I had misplaced and forgotten, now to discover anew.
It was an empty chocolate box.
Makes perfect sense. And I probably really enjoyed those chocolates. My life in a nutshell (or empty box as the case may be): when offered jewelry or chocolate, my choice is apparently clear.
It’s the better choice ;)
It’s like finding out that something like this exists but only a theoretical design and not actually for sale anywhere.
Ah well.
At least the box was pretty enough to think something might be in it. All you find in my car are empty bags of Circus Peanuts and scratched off non-winning lottery tickets.
There are worse things in life than old Infinitis. (I have a shade over 140k on mine.)