Man Bait

Man Bait

For about a decade, an anniversary issue, gold Trans Am car has been stashed under the awning by my garage. The car belongs to my friends Ron & Jeannie. I've long called the old car 'Man Bait'. Even though it can scarsely be seen underneath a thick coating of dust, any male handyman, tree trimmer or gutter cleaner catching a glimpse of the old car inevitably goes all stupefied, then bursts into a barrage of guy joy over that silly car.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT ANNIVERSARY ISSUE...BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!"
Honestly - if men stared at me the way they stare a that old car, I would have been married & divorced 6 times by now.

While men stare stupidly at the not-exactly-gleaming heap, I explain it is not my car to sell it, nor does the car's owner wish to part with it. The handymen then snivel, and slink away disappointed.

Yeah, that car's man bait I tell you - man bait!

This afternoon Ron and Jeannie came over to fetch Ron's beloved Trans Am. Although Ron drove it to my side yard years ago, it long since ceased to run as it was never kept up at all. So poor old Man Bait had to be hauled by tow truck.

Nope, ain't giving Legos up any time soon

Miffed Jeannie, has begged Ron to just get rid of the car, but that would be like asking me to stop birding or give up my Legos.

Oh, shut up, lots of grown-ups love  their Legos. I'll give mine up when they pry the bricks from my cold dead hands.

And where was I, oh yeah, Man Bait. The tow truck arrived and loving loaded it for its 'ride' to Ron's house. So long old Man Bait! I wish you well.