Last week Dirt went to North Carolina for work.
When he arrived at the car rental facility, they handed him the keys to a Chevy.
Dirt secretly hoped that he'd get another Hyundai (he had rented one last month from the same place and called me almost immediately to tell me how surprisingly nice it was. He boasted of the wood grain console, leather interior, and ultra-smooth ride. Then we discussed the unfortunate stigma of the Hyundai that prevents us, and many others, from owning what appears to be a sound vehicle with a lifetime powertrain warranty - whatever that is.)
Anyway, Dirt grabbed his Chevy keys and headed out to the lot, only to find that his keys turned the door lock of this beauty:
The feeling Dirt had as he turned the key, could only be likened to what the Prince would've felt if the glass slipper had fit onto the ugly step-sister's foot.
Dirt, who is generally a "non-complainer", turned around and went back to the agent, handed her the keys and stated, "this vehicle is not appropriate for business travel".
Um, what kind of vehicle is this? I don't think I've actually ever seen one before, like in real life. It's like a PT Cruiser gone bad. Very bad.
Seriously, is it a car or an old fashioned milk truck?
Okay, I'm done hatin' on cars. Don't scold me.