The Penultimate Car Post

Gary came by work to take me to lunch Friday. He was chatting with Friend #3. It went something along the lines of "Oooo...Prius blah blah!" "YES! Prius blah! Yes!" "And I heard Prius blah GREAT blah blah!" "Blah! Exactly!Fabulous blah Prius!"

So today we went and bought a Fit. Because that's how he is. I went along with him, because anyone with epilepsy should own a Honda Fit, and as soon as they make a Toyota Lesion I'll buy one for myself.

It's so frustrating to be involved with the Divergent Decision Making Process. Finally after I screamed in the car the third time "WHY DO YOU ASK MY OPINION JUST TO SHOOT IT DOWN?" he explained he was looking for things to shoot down. Why not say all the things I didn't like about the Fit, also known as the Latest Wild Hair up his ass? So, after my feeble protestations ("IT'S UGLY! IT'S CHEAP! THEY CALL IT A FIT!") he decided he could live with all those things. ("So what if it's cheap?," he said, "The Mini's a BMW car. I've had a BMW, now I'll have a Fit.") 

Fine, I said, but we have to get a red one. That's a deal-breaker.

So, of course, we're getting an orange Fit. A Fit L'Orange. The Grand Mal. The Squashmobile. With a license plate that reads:

The car won't be ready till Friday, then the car quandary is over. Luckily most of our major decisions have now been made, so I don't need to work with Gary's ass-backwards decision-making any more.

I say most of our major decisions have been made. On a related note, I was reading through the Consent Form for the clinical trial, and it says I need to use two forms of birth control. I was considering my other options, and I thought, "Woman, you're forty-five. Just tie your tubes already." I told Gary.

"Or," he offered, "I could get a vasectomy."

So of course this means we'll be adopting a baby from China.

Comments

[Autumn]

I went car shopping today too. Hate it! Luckily the madre came up to help me out. Love the license plate! Oh, and I can't ask him out...he lives 3 hrs away. Boo!

[TheQueen]

Autumn - Boo indeed. Yep, I read about your mom, and I also read that Tracy 27 was considering a fit but wants an automatic.

[Becs]

Oh, please tell me the license plate is real...it's too good not to be.

And congratulations on little May-Ling.

[Friend #3]

That's why he bought it, isn't it? The stick-shift? Gawd... *face palm*

[TheQueen]

Becs - no, Gary vetoed C-ZURE, because he said "Seizure Fit" makes no sense. He wants EPLPTK.
Friend #3 - Okay I keep hearing "face palm" used. When I see you later you must face palm so I can see what it means.

[styro]

The final exchange made me laugh out loud, also known as the LOL. Love the license plate.

[TheQueen]

Thanks. I made it with:
http://www.acme.com/licensemaker/

[Amy in StL]

A friend of mine bought the Honda Fit. I never get tired tell him "Your car is so small that...." jokes.

[KC]

I've never heard of the Fit. I'll have to do some research. On the car, not the seizure.

[TheQueen]

Amy in StL - well, it's our big car now. Bigger in height than the Mini, and of course you can store your alpaca in it. see
http://automobiles.honda.com/images/2008/fit/interior-gallery/gal_lg12.jpg
KC - It's called the Jazz in other countries where they evidently have sense.

[Hot Mom]

Awwww. Good for him. That's the ultimate show of love for a man. You realize that, right?

The flight for survival turns to "Oh no, I'll just sever any chance of EVER reproducing my genetic code just for you! I loooovvvveee you."

[TheQueen]

Hot Mom - Yeah, the ultimate show lasted until the next morning with "Hey! I don't want someone messing with my junk! What if it doesn't work afterward?"