The dude next to the dude trying to get my friend’s phone number at happy hour last night guessed just looking at me that I drive a Honda Accord. My husband thinks he saw me park my car. But this guy came into the bar way after us. What’d he do? Watch me park and then linger in the parking lot for 30 minutes just to throw me off his trail? Not to mention, was he lingering in Wonder Woman's invisible car? Because the parking lot was empty when I got there.
I think he just flat out guessed. And I think that means I look like the sort of girl that drives a Honda Accord. My husband does not see the problem. He thinks it makes perfect sense that I look like a Honda Accord driving girl since I am in fact a Honda Accord driving girl. I pointed out how being mistaken for a convertible driving girl makes it seem like you’re fun-loving and a Jaguar driving girl might look sleek and refined. Only I’m a Honda Accord. Practical and nice but sort of unobtrusive. And my car seat covers come off so you can wash them. I’m starting to think I need to reevaluate my life.