I’m used to pulling up to the coffee kiosk in my sexy mini-van. All the world’s on plane and I can look Barbie barista in the eye, until today. Today I rolled up in my sexy new Honda Civic. Yeah, baby, it’s dark blue and…WTH?…you’re three feet taller than me. I’ll just have my coffee in my lap, thank you. Barista Barbie won’t give me a second look now. My car is so small and new and paid for. I can afford this tire smoke. ERRRRR. No I can’t. These are new Goodyears. WTH was I thinking? Damn, I spilled my coffee. Mother of Pearl! These were clean khakis.