Yet another reason to buy a new car
Steven was stuck with privileged with driving my car (aka, the “Kimbotmobile,” an ’88 Oldsmobile) the past two days. The Infiniti was in the shop because a pothole destroyed a tire and wheel.
This comic reminds me of a few of his comments:
“A lot more people cut me off when I’m driving your car!”
“Hey, your car is exactly 20 years older than mine!”
“Did you know your car breaks down if you go over 90 mph?”
Okay, he didn’t really say that last comment. It might break down though.
I would love to buy a new car. But I don’t need one. I drive my car 5 or 6 miles a day, 5 days a week. The most my car has been driven in a long time was this last weekend – and that is because the Infiniti had a donut on it, and we didn’t want to drive it all around time.
But still… I would love to buy a new car. Because people do treat you differently when you are driving a car that is so frickin’ old. I had noticed long before Steven brought it up.