Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Bu-Ick

It's become apparent to me that my beloved mother hates my car.


I drive a 2005 Buick that was one of my dad's little cream puffs from his used car biz.  (Motto: Wright Cars, Wright Prices, Jack Wright).  I've had it about eight months now and I love my car.  It's big and the radio works and the doors open with a remote control and I can fit at least five bodies in the trunk.  What's not to love?

Apparently, my mom can think of a lot of reasons.  "That car is too old for you!  It's too old for me.  It's too big and you need something younger and cooler."  When I told her I wouldn't trade it for any other car even if I won the lotto, she looked pained.  It really bothers her.  The other day when we were talking about it, she called me a mutton head.  I think that's an insult.

My mother is nuts, because I know my car is cool.  How do I know this?  After I got my Buick (which was a repo, if I'm going to be honest), I found this picture of its previous owners underneath the seat.


Now these ladies know how to have fun and they don't worry about driving a senior citizen's car.  I wait anxiously for my mother's apology.

5 comments:

  1. Apology? The old fart that drove that old buick probably told those young "ladies" he had just won the lottery!

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  2. The true question is: What is its turning radius?

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  3. Maybe those cool ladies bodies ended up in the trunk of that car, which I hear can easily hold 5 bodies at once.

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  4. I <3 Anonymous. She/he is sassy.

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  5. I LOVE that you found that picture. Totally hilar!!!

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