Last night Ray and I were watching Fast N' Loud, the one where the Gas Monkey crew are making a Trans Am and Burt Reynolds appears on the show in a nod to Smokey and the Bandit.
My understanding of Smokey and the Bandit is vague at best.
There is a Trans Am and a semi-truck, right? And Burt Reynolds. And there is a monkey? And the monkey punches people and is named Clyde? Or that is a different movie with a semi-truck?
Anyway, I revealed to Ray during this episode that I've never seen Smokey and the Bandit and he broke up with me.
Like, on the spot broke up with me, without hesitation.
Worse, not even my "friends" were supportive. Those turncoats sided with Ray.
My (former) friend Amy even questioned if I'm American.
Phsst. Am I American. I was watching a show about gas guzzlin' cars built in Texas.
But seeing as how I'm single again, at least until I see Smokey and the Bandit, Richard seems like a good guy. He's sweet and humble and just the right amount rugged. Plus, he is always losing his ass on the cars he's wrenching on. All things I find endearing.
Heeeeeyyy Richard… call me. I like cars. My dad is a retired mechanic. I know how to bleed brakes, push-start a stick shift and hold a flashlight under the hood of a car while someone swears at me. (Damn it, Gina, hold the light still!)