i am a imperfectionist

I pulled into The Fresh Markup parking lot to wait for Erica to get off work. I am just chillin'...listening to the radio when a high-dollar Volvo SUV pulls up next to me. Out pop 2 tennis-skirted teenies, cleary driving Daddy's car. I watched them through my rearview mirror as they skipped across the parking lot. They got a couple feet from the door when one of them abruptly turns around and runs to the SUV. She pops her head in, grabs something and closes the door. She bounces across the cars waving her cell phone to her friend. They entered the store and come back out in a couple of minutes, both with a cold drink in their hands. Phew!! That was close!! Becky was almost without her phone for TWO SOLID MINUTES! Thank goodness she went back for it. Otherwise she might've missed that text from the President.