The Island King has a
client who is selling his mother in law's 1980's something Lincoln
Continental and the Island King wants that car really bad.
He says he'll look “cool”
driving around in it and the fact that it's an antique will make it
even cooler.
I don't agree. This car
isn't your typical “cool” car and frankly I think he'll look like
a nut when he's driving it. And just being old doesn't necessarily
make something an antique. Sometimes old is just old.
We were on our way home
the other night and he started talking about buying that car again.
“Come on man, I'm
serious when I tell you it's not a cool car and you won't look cool
driving it – you'll just look crazy,”
He looks at me in complete
shock and says “You drive around with a plastic pig on your dash
and stick it out the window to oink at people when you're mad. I'm
not sure you have any room to talk about crazy.”
Ok, so the pig thing is
true.
I have Penelope, my ride
or die pig that lives on my dash. And she does oink if you squeeze
her.
She's absolutely adorable
and I've found that when I start feeling road rage and want to yell
bad words at people, I stick her out the window and make her oink at
them.
That makes me laugh which
causes my road rage to go away.
I told him that in a way, Penelope
is a service pig and that an old Lincoln is not, so they aren't the
same thing.
We were still arguing when
we got home and I asked the Island Girl what she thought.
“You're both crazy.”
was her answer.
She might be right but
that's probably why the Island King and I get along.
Crazy understands crazy.
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