We were on our way to church last evening. The traffic was terrible as usual. My daughters were amusing themselves by gazing out of the car window.
At one of the traffic signals……
Naina: Chechi, look at that poor man. His car is broken. He has no money to repair it.
Nikita: Oh so sad.
We all turned to commiserate with the poor man and his broken car.
It was a Mercedes Convertible. The owner was driving it with its hood down.
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