By Chris.
There are sacrifices to be made to have access to a car as a 16-year-old. Rising before first light on a Monday when school is out for a teacher workday is Lauren's latest sacrifice for said priveldge. If she wanted the car this week, she would have to get me to the airport bright and early. So, I woke up, did my thing, and was ready to go. No sign of Lauren stirring. Lights off, fan blowing. Less than five minutes until we needed to leave. So, I opened the door, and flicked on her light. "Are you driving me or what?" She sat up, gave me a crazy look, and barked "I've got four more minutes!" And she used all four of them too.
1 comment:
Good one, Lauren. At that time of day four minutes are very valuable.
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