so she took me out to her car. the driver seat door was jammed so in her perfect grandma jacket she dove across the seat and opened it. then we drove the four doors down the street.

we had to turn around in the alley. i wasn't quite sure why but she knew it was important. a man was also driving in the same alley. poor soul. this little old church lady sure could swear a blue streak. then she gave me a little lesson on men. "Male chauvanistic pigs, that's what I call them all - or most of them. But I can be stubborn, you have to be or they will walk all over you". and it wasn't the kind of advice you have the option to take, you had to agree as it was shoved down your throat with a certain confidience and knowledge I know comes from age and open eyes. so I nodded my head, just like the time an old lady told me never to pick a guy who dresses well, "they forget that real quick" she warned me.

jammed the little red car full of garage sale rejects and this great woman backed her car down the one way street back to the little Lutheran thrift store.