Ever since our trip to Elko, my kids have been all over the Slug Bug game. It was pretty much worthless for that particular road trip, but they haven’t missed one Beetle since we got back to Boise. They’ve even memorized which houses usually have one parked on the driveway, so those don’t count anymore.
Today, at the Best Buy parking lot, Maitane calls the light blue convertible Bug parking a couple of spaces away. I look over to see a person starting to get off the car. I’m mesmerized, counting the seconds until her whole body finally appears. It was like watching the Genie come out of the lamp. She eventually emerges all the way up: high heels, black trousers, flowery blouse with a bit of cleavage, bling-bling all around her neck. Beautiful, long painted nails. I can’t stop staring. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a taller woman in my life. Luckily, the kids are now fighting about who called it first and how many points they’ll get – this one being a convertible and all – so I save a little face and mumble something about the game. By this time, however, I’m starting to grow a bit suspicious. I’ve always sucked at math, but even I can see that something doesn’t add up.
“Oh, yeah, the Slug Bug game”, she acknowledges, in a deep, deep voice.
“Exactly,” I tell him.
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