Penni's Theory on Why Her Car Died
For the past week, DAR has been inundated with cartalk. EVeryone has been talking about his wonderful cars-past and present. And I never said a kind word about mine. Indeed, I even wrote an insulting post about how I couldn't wait to get rid of my minivan and buy something sexy.
Meanwhile, my poor little Quest, who hasn't even been dignified with a name for heaven's sake, sat in the driveway listening, having given me four years of near perfect service (I only had to take him in once when some leaves got in the engine and caught on fire, smoking me out on Highway 114 and scaring the heck out of me). He grew more and more depressed. In his poor little autonymous brain, he tried to think of one last thing he could do to gain approval and make me love him.
"I'll never let her fall behind again!" he thought, little lightbulbs flashing with an idea. "I'll only go forward! No matter what the engine tells me to do, no matter what the gear shift handle thingy says! I won't let anything get in her way ever again! She and I will always go forward-together!" And so the next time I got in the car, and put the thingy on R, he grunted and gritted his little gear teeth and refused to give in. Not only that, as an extra fillip, he even went forward while in N, probably thinking I'd love him even more for such determination.
And how have I repaid him?
He lies, alone and gutted at Grubb's Nissan, wondering where he went wrong and why I couldn't love him when he had tried so hard...
I weep.
Do you think they would let me stay there with him tonight?
I need a drink..
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