If you know me at all, you know that I adore my car. A lot. Too much. We’ve been in a relationship almost 10 years, and I’ve never thought about straying — despite everyone saying I could do better.
Of course, to keep my car happy I occasionally have to pay so it can have some work done. (There’s very little work it hasn’t had done at this point.) What I’m saying is that we spend plenty of time with the car doctor, and we know the car doctor pretty well. (He has a Pomeranian!)
So imagine my surprise when I recently visited my mechanic’s website:
My car is SEXY MODELING for him. One can only imagine what the quid pro quo is.