This is The Story of a Car
Yellow is truly a color of a winner. You are a winner? Right? Well, at least you think so. You take it to a paint shop and blow all the rest of your money on a yellow paint job with white and black checkers so it looks like a taxi... EXCEPT IT'S A HONDA CIVIC! You're so brilliant... you think to yourself. There are truly no more brilliant people on earth other than you. You drive your new taxi civic home.
You drive it to work at Safeway the very next day. people keep flagging you down off the street who you think are your friends, and they now think you're popular, but in reality, they think you're a taxi for some reason and want a ride. People are so stupid sometimes. Eventually, you start flipping them off and stop giving them rides.
Everyone at work has a Honda Civic too. Except... there's are all from this decade... and they are nicer... but you know that none of them have a Bowling trophy embedded in the dashboard, and a "floor". You point at each of their cars in turn and laugh to yourself.
You go to work and feel relaxed now knowing you no longer have to walk to work. You finish up for the night and walk around back to your car. You are greeted by four heavily armed police men who want to ask you some questions.
They want to know why you are harboring terrorists in your taxi. You look through your rear window and see an arab man handcuffed in your back seat with strange protrusions that you think may be bombs around his waste.
You are puzzled. There's no explaning your way out of this one. You drive a taxi car with an arab man in it, and the car looks like it could BE A BOMB. hmmm... The fuzz wants to arrest you. What to do next?
You drive it to work at Safeway the very next day. people keep flagging you down off the street who you think are your friends, and they now think you're popular, but in reality, they think you're a taxi for some reason and want a ride. People are so stupid sometimes. Eventually, you start flipping them off and stop giving them rides.
Everyone at work has a Honda Civic too. Except... there's are all from this decade... and they are nicer... but you know that none of them have a Bowling trophy embedded in the dashboard, and a "floor". You point at each of their cars in turn and laugh to yourself.
You go to work and feel relaxed now knowing you no longer have to walk to work. You finish up for the night and walk around back to your car. You are greeted by four heavily armed police men who want to ask you some questions.
They want to know why you are harboring terrorists in your taxi. You look through your rear window and see an arab man handcuffed in your back seat with strange protrusions that you think may be bombs around his waste.
You are puzzled. There's no explaning your way out of this one. You drive a taxi car with an arab man in it, and the car looks like it could BE A BOMB. hmmm... The fuzz wants to arrest you. What to do next?