My new wheels: The truth

Okay, that last post was tongue-in-cheek. That's not really my new ride. It's the rental they gave me while my car is in the body shop. I finally took my Passat in to fix the damage from the parking garage incident.

My Passat apparently entitled me to an "intermediate" sized vehicle. The one they were going to rent me had already been rented to someone else, so the only intermediate vehicle they had available was this PT Cruiser. Which, contrary to what I was saying last post, is not the manliest of cars. I mean, look at the tiny wheels on that thing. Not that I drive a sports car, but still, I am a little embarrassed to be driving this thing. And within just a couple hours of getting the rental, I'd already been teased by Michelle sight unseen. And given her generous nature, she happily repeated her comments in the last entry. And it wasn't just Michelle; a 12-year-old (Trish's niece Kayla) thought it was funny too.

So, that's my ride, but only for the next few days. Whew...