David B wrote:
Much as I appreciate your not trading me in, you should know that I’m nobody’s car but my own. 
Tracer, I thought you said you’d be my car! ::sniff:: Now I’m hurt…
Wasn’t there a TV show about that? “My Tracer, the car.”
I’m surprised to see nobody has mentioned the biggest danger of all–fast food driveup windows. If a child is in the front seat of a car, his life can be in danger if the driver is trying to give the order to the Taco Bell loudspeaker, while at the same time the child is hollering to it, "…and three soft tacos! AND THREE SOFT TACOS! DON’T FORGET, THREE SOFT TACOS!!"
I’m seriously thinking of instigating a new family rule that says, “Whenever we go through the Taco Bell driveup, everybody, INCLUDING the Better Half (!) has to give the Driver their orders and then go crouch sullenly in the way-back with the spare tire and the jug of windshield washer fluid.”
Kinda makes me grateful I don’t like Mexican fast-food.
And Spoofe, don’t be ridiculous. You know what a prick-tease us cars are! Let’s just be friends.
Oh, all right. I suppose I can always rely on public transportation…
Danielinthewolvesden: Your post really confused me. I kept reading the first paragraph over and over again, trying to make sense of it. Finally I read the rest of it, at which point I realized that you were talking about two different incidents. Or at least I thibk you were. It’s not quite clear.