Eh, you like creamy
or chunky?

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OK, so my car could use a bath. One of the kids (let's call her Kimmy) took the opportunity to write in the dust on the passenger door MY NAME IS KIMMY AND I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER. Drove around for a week that way; nobody noticed.

Yesterday, my carpool companion thoughtfully changed PEANUT BUTTER to SEX, then promptly forgot about it. A while later, while we were heading over the Pali, she remarked, "Everyone's so friendly today!" A surfer guy at that moment pulled alongside, smiled and called out, "Are you Kimmy? Hey-hey!"

At a stoplight, the women crowded into the cab of a pickup truck laughed and shouted, "Do you know what's written on your door? Is it true?"

"Oh-my-Gaaawd," squeaked Miss Carpool. "Oops." And then, to the women, "It used to say, I like peanut butter!"

"I like 'peanut butter,' too!" said one woman, giggling, as the light changed.

"Step on it," my traveling companion said. "And for heaven's sake, wash your car! It's filthy."

Burl Burlingame
bburlingame@starbulletin.com