… last Thursday, as I was driving to pick some computer gear up. I pulled up to where I was to pick the gear up from, and noticed there was a nice, white 1970s Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost or Silver Goblin or Silver Cookie Monster or whatever the hell they call them. Still, it’s a nice, imposing, classy, kinda pompous car.
As I was walking across the road to my destination, I noticed something disturbing in the front window.
There was a pair of oversized fuzzy dice hanging from the rear view mirror! I kid you not.
A Kodak Moment, but for all the wrong reasons.
Just proves that possibly the only thing that money CAN’T buy (other than Love) is good taste.
You can’t be implying that fuzzy dice have no class! Fuzzy dice are loaded with class!
Low class. But lots of low class.
Besides, I think it’s cool that such an elegant, expensive car would hve fuzzy dice–makes me thik the owner must be a pretty cool guy/girl, with a good sense of humor–no putting on airs and being snotty just because they have the wherewithall to own a great car.
And the bumper sticker on the back:
“My other car is a piece of sh!t, too.”
It certainly sent me a mixed message. Kinda like that near-new BMW 3-series I saw with a Jim Beam sticker on the back. Another Kodak Moment <tm> …
Well, if he’s giving them away…
I,too, wish I had a camera, handy.
I did take a picture of a taxi in Buena Park (Orange County, Ca.) last summer. It was 500 series Mercedes.
Maybe they’re all over in Lower California. But everywhere else I’ve ever been taxis are rather unappealing, usually dirty and often smell like the puke and piss just finished drying half an hour before I jumped in.
