I’m sure she deserves the front seat. Ay de mi.
I have physical therapy this morning, and I need to drop a book at the library that Kathleen forgot to put in the bag on Monday. I also need to go to Walmart today: I’m out of apples and bananas.
Good luck on your trip to the clinic!
Yes, well, you know. The poor thing gets car sick if she can’t sit in front. That poor driver will have to listen to her motor-mouth for two-plus solid hours, if the traffic isn’t too bad. ¡Pobrecito!
The good thing is that the appointment will only last about 20 minutes. The bad thing is that all that fuss and bother for only 20 minutes.