Tuesday, June 26, 2007

The Shuttle

The road that I take into work everyday is one of those roads, every city has at least one, that is replete with car dealerships. You know, one dealership on top of another, with neon signs waving crazily, "lowest prices of '07" and "manufacturer's price!" or "all 2006 have GOT TO GO!" It's five miles of toyotas, fords, hondas, range rovers, chevys, hummers, mercedes, volvos, and volkswagons. Because I work on the other side of this road I have invariably become The Car Lady. If something is wrong with someone's car and they need to have it checked out, or it needs an oil change, or something needs updating, I get THE CALL. The call where I am asked to switch cars with this person for the day, drive their car to the dealership (whichever one it may be, I go by them all) then pick their car up at the end of the day and switch back. I don't really mind doing this as it isn't completely inconvenient for me to do but through all of this dropping off and picking up I have become the SHUTTLE GIRL. That's right. I have to take the shuttle (usually a van or station wagon) to work with about 5 other people at least once a week. Taking the shuttle doesn't even really bother me, in fact, one dealership has the best shuttle around- - they actually have more than one vehicle and they call it the calvary- - it's awesome and that day I got driven to work BY MYSELF (praise the lord) in a beautiful mercedes crossover that will be the car I buy when I buy my next new car (which won't be for a very, very, very, very, VERY long time).

However, this morning I had to drop MY OWN car off and was brought to work with four other people in a volvo station wagon. Now, I'm all about volvo's and certainly all about the station wagon (this is my dream car that [finally] I acquired when I graduated from college) but their shuttle wagon is a V50 and probably the smallest station wagon volvo makes. Come on. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. They could at least bring us in the XC70 or XC90 so we're not squished in the back next to a CHAIN SMOKER because you know as soon as you're squished in the back of a car with a complete stranger they're either going to have halitosis or be a CHAIN SMOKER. I had to hold my breath all the way to work and now I have a smell-of-smoke inducded headache.

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3 Comments:

Blogger suburban prep said...

How nice of you to do this but make sure people don't take advantage of you.

9:12 PM  
Blogger Paige Jennifer said...

Blech to the chain smoker. But more importantly, you are way too young to know the Volvo station wagon line up. WAY too YOUNG!

3:43 PM  
Blogger P in VT said...

Oh, you're never too young for the classic look of a volvo station wagon. Especially with built-in booster seats and a jump-seat in the trunk. :)

3:31 PM  

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