He came by today to help his daughter move into her college dorm, and left his mid-life crisis car in front of the house where he used to live. Do they come in any other color? Not a Ferrari — he is not a chiropractor, after all — but it IS red.
He had been our neighbor for over a decade — then he left four years ago after having an affair with a woman half his age. Along the way he divorced the woman he had been with for 25 years, married the girlfriend, acquired a big he-man truck, and then bought this toy. I saw him across the street and did not recognize him, this man with the paunch and close-cropped grey hair. With the brutal candor of a twelve-year old, The Kid says, “He’s FAT!” Perhaps he should not have been wearing a sleeveless shirt.
DH thinks a better mid-life crisis vehicle would be this:
Not red, and a lot cheaper.