One of these days I’m going to buy a little red and white Mini Cooper just for zipping around town; makes me feel spunky to zip. I admit, I can’t pass for Charlize Theron anymore (as if I ever really could?!), but maybe, just maybe, people might think I’m Charlize Theron’s mother given the age thing. If Charlize is any indication of the gene pool, her mother is drop dead gorgeous too. As I zip around town in my little Mini Cooper, all the older gentlemen will say, “Is that Charlize Theron’s mother? Wasn’t she Italian? Damn, she looks good in that Mini Cooper.”
I plan to go all the way, too; my dream Cooper has to be a convertible. There’s nothing like the feel of wind in my hair, especially while I still have hair.
If all else fails, there’s always The Villages.
I’ve struggled all week with Gooper envy. Can you blame me? Look at these darling little Goopers! They were everywhere, like ants at a picnic, a big retirement party for folks 55 and over. You have to wait almost a lifetime before getting the chance to drive one of these; and you don't even have to be a golfer.
Nobody even seemed to be interested in Mini Coopers. I didn’t see one in the land of Goopers. Even the little Smart Car failed miserably when it came to the style and charm of all those Goopers.
At least I've got options now. I see either a Mini Coop or a Mini Goop in my future. Maybe I can start a new trend back home in Chicago, once all the snow melts. I'll be the envy of all my neighbors, which is really what any respectable four wheeled vehicle is all about anyway.
I'll be a star in my own movie; so what if it's called, The Wack Job!