by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
A golf cart.
Yup, that's what I want. I have nowhere to store one. I have nowhere to drive one to, but I still want one.
Mind you, I have never driven one. I just think it would be cool to have one and drive it around. Before my parents passed, it would have been cool to have one because I could have driven it up the street to their house. I used to visit them at least once a day (often twice or more--very handy when I was missing an ingredient for a recipe), but ... now they're gone and the house belongs to someone else. (Which makes me want to cry every time I see it.)
I don't have any place to store a golf cart, either. Our garage barely fits our two cars as it is. In fact, I can't park Mr. L's car in the garage because of the way we have to maneuver them in so we can open the doors, and he can't park my car because of how close I have to get it to the wall. The original owner should have had a 2.5 car garage because ... STORAGE. My parents' garage was 2.5 and it would have been dandy to store a golf cart.
Whenever we head to our cottage, we pass a place where there is always at least one unsed golf cart for sale. The house has a BIG garage, and I figure the guy who owns it probably buys broken golf carts and then fixes them. There was a pretty blue one last month that I coveted, but somebody else bought it.
I don't play golf, but my sister-in-law does. She gets to drive a golf cart around all the time. She thinks nothing of it.
Do you have something totally unreasonable item on your wish list and of no practical use that you'd like to own?