For the past few days I’ve been riding the Blue Unicorn. No, that isn’t a kinky sex act (though it sounds like it should be); nor have I been eating funny mushrooms. I promise it’s safe to read on!
So… after an incredibly frustrating week of test-driving used cars, I decided on the Ford Escape, a common vehicle with lots of used ones available. Great.
Or so I thought.
Nope. There were lots of them available; but they’d all been driven into the ground even though their prices were still sky-high. By the end of the week I was so sick of the whole used-car fiasco that I gave up and called the dealership to buy a new one.
I told the salesman the bizarre mix of features I wanted, and there was a brief silence on the line. Then he said, “So basically, you’re looking for a unicorn.”
“Let me see what I can do.”
Ten minutes later he phones me back in triumph: “I found your unicorn!”
And sure enough, he had. Better yet, it was blue! That delighted me, since I had been cynically certain it would turn out to be white like all my other vehicles.
So I dubbed it The Blue Unicorn, and it’s proudly residing in our driveway. I haven’t had it long enough to determine its personality yet, but you can usually match a vehicle’s face to its attitude.
Or maybe I’m just foolishly anthropomorphizing. (Okay, so that’s not a ‘maybe’.)
Still, don’t these car-faces speak to you?
I think the Blue Unicorn looks cheerful, but there’s a definite undertone of “Don’t mess with me”. Or maybe I’m just projecting.
What do these car-faces say to you?
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And speaking of subliminal messages… there’s a new discussion over at the Virtual Backyard Book Club: Have you found the secret message on the Never Say Spy covers? Click here to have your say!