Harriet had been a widow for quite a number of years, and still had the same old car as when her husband died. It was getting on a bit and seemed to still go well, but she knew as much about cars as a blow fly. When an advertisement in the paper said the local car company was doing trade-ins, Harriet thought “Why not?” and drove off to the car place.
A young man approached her, and she asked how much would she get off the price of a new car by trading in this old one? The lovely young man said he’d need to take it for a quick spin around the block, to ascertain its worth. So he jumped in and took off.
And he never came back.
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
Some Harriets don’t realize that they are prey, but the rest of us would never set foot in a car dealership without the company of a knowledgeable, preferably male, friend.
i always enjoy your illustrations but this one is particularly endearing. It looks like everything is kind of shaky….and the pink bedroom slippers are a delightful touch!
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LOL! I like the way the slippers match the handbag or satchel!
(When it comes to cars, one has to put ones foot down!)
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I agree with Cynthia – preferably a hunky-chunky kind of a guy! I hope he gets his soon Bruce!
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Oh (sigh) everyone wants me to come with them when they buy a car. I suppose it’s the disadvantage of being a hunk.
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Attaboy!! 😀
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Do you do house calls in other countries, Bruce the Almighty Hunk?
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Unfortunately I no longer even have a passport…
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Oh, drat!
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Amazing illustration and some awesome content to go with it! Really wish Harriet gets her car back!
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Thank you!
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Oh, for crying out loud, Harriet. Call the cops and report it stolen.
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The cops said they’ll get around to it once they’ve finished dealing with Hillary!
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Ouch! 🙂
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That cad! Well, I certainly hope Harriet can track him down.
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Undoubtedly he was tracked down after Harriet reported the car theft to the police. No doubt her trust in mankind was shaken, but…it has to happen sooner or later.
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It was probably a car-thartic experience for her.
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😉
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Car salesmen… a dime a dozen. Similar to the snake oil guys… their MO remains pretty much constant. 😦
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Snake Oil – now there’s an expression I’ve never heard before in my life!
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Well then, I have something to sell you!
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Sneaky!
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I love open ended stories. Maybe he drove it off a cliff?
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And poor Harriet was thrown in prison for not having had the brakes checked!
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You are all jumping to conclusions. The old car must have broken down
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Kindness, Derrick, will be your downfall. Be fair – treat everyone like s**t.
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I’m with Derrick. 🙂 And, he had to walk for miles in rain…
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😀
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Some people have said that I like to make my fictional characters suffer. They’ve obviously not been reading your wonderful stuff yet.
Glad to be back over here…
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Thanks Pieter. Glad to see your return too!
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