The receptionist up here talks to me everyday. She knows I fly home on Friday and back on Monday. She knows this because she brings it up. Today she asked if I liked the H3 I was driving and how much I paid for it. Why on earth would I but a truck and drive it up here.
In other news I'm driving an H3 which is fricking huge. This is the small version of the Hummer, I have no idea why anyone would want this unless you lived in the middle of nowhere. I wanted the Impala sized car and I end up with an H3, at least it is the same rate.
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And now you're probably exactly the opposite of when you drive your Mustang.
"Sure, I'll wedge it in between these two cars. Whip open the door -- whoops, did I ding that other car? Oh well."
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