It's official now!
This is about the Gossip Queen (see the previous post). She has earned the capitals, believe me. But let me start from the beginning.
It was Tuesday morning. I came out of the building to sit in my car and go to work. But the car was not where I had left it. I found it right away, but... How? My daughter wasn't home and my son doesn't drive. Or does he? He doesn't have a driving license, anyway.
I talked to him when I got home, yelled a little, but he didn't take it seriously. I guess I'll have to be careful with the car keys and get him to pass the driving test as soon as possible.
This morning we came out at the same time as the Queen herself. She immediately tarted asking:
"When did you get your driving license, how old are you now?"
He answered somewhat reluctantly, I did, too and she went on:
"I laughed so much the other night watching you park the car for at least fifteen minutes! I couldn't sleep, it was 1.30 at night, oh did I laugh! I almost peed laughing!"
My son still insists he only moved the car in the parking lot and didn't go anywhere with it. Whatever.
And Her Majesty - I bet she couldn't sleep from the fear something might escape her eyes.