I remember this like it was yesterday, and we talked about it for years afterward. How cool it was. First of all, a convertible! It was a thrill to even spot one, let alone ride in one. Secondly, the big bears. It's impossible to resist giant stuffed animals.
I showed my Mom the photos tonight and she gasped.
"Oh God! That's my most shameful moment as a parent," she said.
"I was totally taken in by the spectacle, and I let him drive away with you all. He just seemed like such a kind man. And it was so fun. It was only after you were gone for a long time that I thought: oh no, what if he's some pervert?"
Thankfully, he happened to be one of the few giant teddy bear chauffeurs that isn't a pedophile. We lucked out.
That's all for tonight. It's been a busy day and I'm going to treat myself to a bath + Mindy Project + glass of ice water.
Later gater,
Margaret
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