Kelly’s Unnecessary Blog

My crappy little Hyundai was the first brand new car I’ve ever owned. But even when I first got it, I never felt the need to protect it by taking up two parking spaces. People who do that make me chuckle. In the lot outside the office kitchen window, I frequently see a little sporty convertible that parks all crooked in the corner spot. One day when I was down there anyway I got curious, so I checked out the car. It was only a Saturn. It would make more sense to me if it had been a Jaguar or a BMW or something fancy like that, but it wasn’t. It was just a Saturn. I know people get all emotional about their cars and get MY BMR vanity plates and give them names and such. I am not one of those people.

Maybe if I had a ’67 Mustang, I’d feel differently.