LeAnne enjoyed her morning commute. Walking those few blocks was a peaceful way to start her days. At the end of the day it also provided a nice transition to walk off the worst of the day. On those days that required a longer jaunt, LeAnne's garage was home to her parent's 1993 Ford Taurus. It was the opposite of flashy, it was so beige it blended in to the background just like LeAnne. LeAnne didn't need the car more than a few times a month to make a trip to the grocery store or perhaps to dinner with friends. Her dad was so proud of that old reliable Ford, it seemed disrespectful to get rid of it. It just felt comfortable. Besides, if her job required her to go out of town, the University provided a car. So her needs were met by the Taurus.
LeAnne did a quick mental check on when the last time she had "Ole T" out and how much gas was in the tank. Shopping and other errands were calling. Almost inexplicably, LeAnne had recently fallen in love with a picture of a smart car painted to look like a Little Tykes Cozy Coupe. It looked so zippy and fun. LeAnne smiled at the thought of the stares she'd attract driving an outrageous car. That kind of frivolous attention was what she had shunned since she'd been teenager. What on earth was she thinking? But it did make her smile.
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