Love Letter

Mustang Man got a love letter in the mail yesterday, which he shared with me. While I didn't send the letter, the person who did really knows how to get to Mustang Man. You be the judge...

Our love began with a glance across a parking lot.
You possessed me in just a few days.
I remember long drives through the countryside,
And long weekend getaways.

But the years passed, and like upholstery in the hot sun,
Your love began to fade.
And now in a time when I need your care the most,
You hit the blinker and turn away.

And while our gas tank of love may be running on fumes,
I still have plenty of love to share.
So if you have a quart of tenderness left for me in your heart,
Take me back to Firestone Complete Auto Care.

Love,
Your 1999 Saab 9-3

It figures that Firestone would send this note. Several of the techs there fell in love with the Saab when they fixed one of her tires last year. I was stopped at the corner in front of the shop the following day and heard this conversation:

"Oooooooohh! Niiiiiiiiice! Did you see that Saab?"

"I worked on it yesterday."

"Lucky."

The only problem with the love letter is that the Saab is my car. Adorable idea, though. It makes me wish even more for warmer days so I can take a spin with the top down. Not today... it's currently -18 (not counting the windchill).