So I take my truck (reluctantly) to the brake shop last week. I'm in a hurry to get back to work so I forget to kill the Comp - it's on 4x3. It drives sporty but keeps me from belching accidental black clouds at intersections.
When I come to pick it up, it's out for a "test drive". The guy comes back unable to contain himself. "Man, that thing is a BEAST!", he says. I look at him with a what-did-you-do expression and he mumbles some story about how nicely it pulled on a nearby hill.
Right.
So this week, I'm back in the same shop with my wife's truck. One tech points me out to another, who says, "You're the guy with The Diesel? I heard all about that truck!"
Sheesh.
Then my wife calls. She's taken my truck to work so I can go get her's fixed. She of the V-10 religion says, "You know, I hate to admit it but your truck is FUN to drive. It goes from 50 to, like, 80 in an instant!"
Give me back my truck. Nobody gets to drive it now.
Mine. Got it? MINE. Give me back my keys.
When I come to pick it up, it's out for a "test drive". The guy comes back unable to contain himself. "Man, that thing is a BEAST!", he says. I look at him with a what-did-you-do expression and he mumbles some story about how nicely it pulled on a nearby hill.
Right.
So this week, I'm back in the same shop with my wife's truck. One tech points me out to another, who says, "You're the guy with The Diesel? I heard all about that truck!"
Sheesh.
Then my wife calls. She's taken my truck to work so I can go get her's fixed. She of the V-10 religion says, "You know, I hate to admit it but your truck is FUN to drive. It goes from 50 to, like, 80 in an instant!"
Give me back my truck. Nobody gets to drive it now.
Mine. Got it? MINE. Give me back my keys.