946. Harriet’s car

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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 β€œWhy not?” and drove off to the car place.

A young man approached her, and she 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.

30 thoughts on “946. Harriet’s car

  1. Cynthia Jobin

    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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  2. Ahdad

    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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