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308/200 Mini nanowrimo, Day 2
Nov. 2nd, 2006 08:56 pmAlthough he had unfailingly terrible luck with women, Tallboy was usually a good judge of character when it came to other men, and Nancy finally had to ask him how he took stock so well.
"I look at their cars," said Tallboy, whose name was a reference to his preferred beverage, not his stature. "You can tell a lot about a fella by what he drives and how he looks after it."
"For instance?"
"Never trust a man who's wearing $200 shoes and driving a car with bald tires. If a guy's driving a sedan and he's got one of them little stickers from an oil-change place on his window, he's a careful guy who's probably got life insurance. If his car cost more in thousands of dollars than he's been alive, either he's under twenty-five and still sucking on Daddy's teat, or he's over fifty-five and wants to be sucking on some twenty-five year old's teats."
Nancy burst out laughing. "So how does all that apply to women?"
"Hell, Nance---women ain't like men. They talk about 'cute' cars, and worry about the accessories and as long as it takes 'em where they wanna go, it doesn't hardly matter to 'em how it all works. I just don't understand 'em no way. But yer fella, now---he's a good guy."
That blindsided her a little, though she'd seen the two of them chatting over the old Chevy the last time "her fella" had paid her a visit.
"It ain't a new car, but it runs like it was. Maintained spotless, a damn good job. Guy like that, he's stubborn, but it's the good stubborn. He ain't gonna give up on a thing just cuz it ain't easy. He gives you his word, you can take it to the bank."
"I look at their cars," said Tallboy, whose name was a reference to his preferred beverage, not his stature. "You can tell a lot about a fella by what he drives and how he looks after it."
"For instance?"
"Never trust a man who's wearing $200 shoes and driving a car with bald tires. If a guy's driving a sedan and he's got one of them little stickers from an oil-change place on his window, he's a careful guy who's probably got life insurance. If his car cost more in thousands of dollars than he's been alive, either he's under twenty-five and still sucking on Daddy's teat, or he's over fifty-five and wants to be sucking on some twenty-five year old's teats."
Nancy burst out laughing. "So how does all that apply to women?"
"Hell, Nance---women ain't like men. They talk about 'cute' cars, and worry about the accessories and as long as it takes 'em where they wanna go, it doesn't hardly matter to 'em how it all works. I just don't understand 'em no way. But yer fella, now---he's a good guy."
That blindsided her a little, though she'd seen the two of them chatting over the old Chevy the last time "her fella" had paid her a visit.
"It ain't a new car, but it runs like it was. Maintained spotless, a damn good job. Guy like that, he's stubborn, but it's the good stubborn. He ain't gonna give up on a thing just cuz it ain't easy. He gives you his word, you can take it to the bank."