Yuppie

Today, my brother-in-law needed me to go with him to pick up Momma's car from the repair shop. We went in his rental. My job was to drive the rental back, while he took Momma's car to get the tires rotated and balanced. He rented a Trailblazer.

(I am not a fan of SUVs. If you don't believe me, ask Wade. I give her endless piles of shit for owning an Expedition, which I lovingly refer to as the Exorbitant. [Thanks, The Onion!])

So I backed out of the parking lot. I began to drive this thing, while listening to the station that my sister and brother-in-law had chosen. Of course it was easy listening, but fine, whatever. Like I don't have any cheese in me.

To my surprise and horror and OMIGOD surprise, I loved driving this thing. It was even better when Lionel Richie's You Are came on the radio. I cranked the song and car danced while driving with my knees. I enjoyed the vantage point that come with being in a taller vehicle.

Crap. Crap. Crap. What if my environmental sensibilities just exploded with that drive?