The Little Purple Car

The Little Purple Car Finds A Home

The little purple car sat forlornly on the used car lot. It looked around and saw all types of vehicles waiting for a new home. Some were big trucks. Others were sporty SUVs. A few were cars. There was even a convertible that cried one day because she wanted to go to the beach so badly. They were white and red and blue and black and tan. A few silver ones glistened in the sun. But not one of them was purple.

Every now and then the little car heard snickers. It hurt his feelings. He knew the other vehicles were pointing at him. They’d never seen a purple car before. He was different. He knew that. But that could be a good thing, he told himself. It was good to stand out from the crowd.

The lady who’d taken him home when he’d been shiny and new had certainly thought so. They’d had so much fun together. It didn’t matter if they were cruising around town running errands or heading out on a road trip. It was fun. Unfortunately, the lady and her husband had to move and they decided they needed a big truck instead of a little purple car.

So here he sat. On the lot with all the other vehicles. He sat there day after day, week after week. Other vehicles would come and go, but nobody seemed to want a little purple car.

One day a blonde lady came down to the lot. She walked around the little purple car and smiled broadly. “I like you,” she said. The little car smiled in return.

She got the little car’s keys and folded its back seats up and down. She sat in the driver’s seat and played with the radio. “I don’t know,” she said. “You’re really cute but I was thinking about something bigger.”

“I can be big,” the little car said. “I can hold lots and lots of stuff.”

She smiled. “But I haul a lot of furniture and art. I don’t know if you could handle all that.”

“Give me a chance,” the little car pleaded. “I’ll show you what I can do. I won’t let you down.”

“We’ll see,” she said, as she tenderly shut the door.

The little purple car watched her as she walked toward the dealership’s office. He didn’t see her again that day or the next. He decided she didn’t want him after all. He heard rumors of what happened when no one came to take you home. The little purple car was scared. He didn’t want to go to the car orphanage. He really did not want to go there at all.

One of the cleanup guys came down and got the little purple car one day. He figured his time was up. He was going to the orphanage and there was nothing he could about it!

The little purple car got a bath. The guys removed all the information stickers and tags. He held back a tear. It was really over. Nobody wanted a little purple car to call their on.

The man drove him around to the front door. The little car sat there all by himself. He watched the office door open and the blonde lady came out. A big grin covered her face. She hurried over to the little purple car.

“I just fell in love with you the first time I saw you,” she said, as she lovingly stroked the little car’s hood. “I loved that you’re different, just like me. I knew I had to take you home.”

The little purple car smiled broadly. It was okay to be different from everybody else! He was going home with somebody who really, really loved him and wanted him for her very own. They were going to have such fun. The little purple car couldn’t wait for all the adventures they were going to have together.