The yellow Porsche
I was coming out of Kroger’s about a week ago here in Conyers and saw a bright yellow sports car parked in the handicapped zone. It was a Porsche and one of the kind that screams out, “Look at me!” Well I did. I am not a car person for the most part, but a work of art like a Porsche will get my attention. As I was looking at it a woman came out of the store using two canes. She was short, somewhat overweight with a determined look on her face…saying…I am going to get to the car and not make a fuss nor draw attention to myself. When she got near the car, she saw me enjoying it and gave me a smile. I would say she was in her early to mid 60”s. So I said, “Middle age crises” and she said “Hell no, way too old for that nonsense”….then we both laughed.
As she was putting her bag in the back of her front seat she told me that she had always wanted a sports car, but always put it off because people told her that she was not the sort to own one, even though she had the money for it. She went on that she foolishly listened to her friends and did not buy one. Then on her 67th birthday, she said, to hell with them, went out and got a yellow one. I love it she told me and my friends still try to talk me out of driving it. She told me that she always tell them: “a woman's got to do, what a woman's got to do”. She then laughed and I joined in. She got in, waved to me and took off. I went to my car with a smile and staying to myself….”Good for her”.
I have a feeling that every time I see a yellow Porsche I will think of her, her spirit and her courage to not listen to well meaning friends, at least in this instance. She had on a wedding ring, so I am sure her husband often looks at her with a bemused smile, yet behind that, a lot of pride.