when i was five minutes away from motorcars of georgia yesterday, i realized i was trembling. looking at cars is better than a first date for me. unfortunately, they did not have a single lotus on the lot. (which, following the metaphor, is my equivalent of being stood up)
i’m young and tend to dress terribly, which went hand-in-hand with my favourite habit of sitting near my car and eavesdropping on people walking past. by far, the first most common exclamation was:
- whoa, a lamborghini!
and definitely the next most common was:
- i could have gotten a lotus, they’re not that expensive. but i got a [honda civic] instead.
