I was driving to work this morning and a older, beat up Saab pulled in front of me. The license plate cover said "I listen to Saab stories". After the usual "let me tell you about this POS Saab that cut me off" lines went through my head I remembered that way back when I almost bought one of those ugly things. Of course back then I told myself it was unique looking. Then again I was nineteen and thought Boy George dressed 'cool'. I went to my first used car lot and searched through the ones within my price range. There wasn't much. I found one (the Saab) that this guy swore was just the greatest thing since sliced bread. It was a yellow/cream/goldish color with fuzzy seat covers. After a few minutes the guy talked me into sitting inside. The car seemed nice enough. It would definitely be easy to spot in a parking garage (lets not go there). I called my mechanic friend and he gave me a firm NO. Imports were a bitch to get parts for, I would be paying a LOT more than my VW Bug (which some bimbo plowed into and totaled) to have fixed and wait a hell of a lot longer. I sat in the comfy seat again and then snuck out while the salesman was distracted by some woman with the least amount of clothing one could wear without being arrested. Sucker alert averted. It's funny how something so random will bring up a memory long forgotten. Ahhh the days of being a total twit.

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