My dad's been on the hunt for a new car. Yesterday he sent me this email, and it pretty much made my life:
"Today I entered the murky waters where new cars dwell. It is a dangerous
and frustrating endeavor because found in these same troubled waters is
the great white Car Shark Salesman. I could see them cruising the
parking reef with wide toothy grins. They seemed to be colored in a
dubious array of plaids and stretchy pants. The new cars glimmered in
the sun and a seductive siren sound drew me in to certain financial
oblivion. I had barely exited the safe environs of my own elderly but
faithful vehicle, when the Shark gently laid hold of my arm and gently
sank in his teeth. Reflected in the deep red clear coat of the car
behind him I beheld my doom.
[This message was found scrawled on a tire washed ashore at Flagler Beach FL]
PS Love Dad "
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