Thursday, November 19, 2009

Days as a Car Babe

I used to be an auto show model.

Technically, I guess that is not true. First, the term is not "model," it is "product specialist." And second, I wasn't really the one hired for the job. Mommy Chick was, but I was the size of a blueberry hiding in her tummy during one of the world's biggest auto shows last season.

I tried to be helpful. I knew she was worried about outgrowing her uniforms, so I made her throw up. A lot. Non-stop actually.



See that picture? Mommy Chick is the one of the right clutching a small bowl of fruit, praying not spew it all over her friends' shoes. I am hiding under her jacket.

I learned a lot while being a model, uh, I mean product specialist. These are the phrases I heard most:

No, I don't come with the car.
No, we don't have any posters.
Diesel is not loud and diry
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Fine German engineering (That's my personal fav. Mommy Chick would randomly say that when all other words escaped her)

The reason I'm telling you all this is that since I arrived, Daddy Dude thinks MC and I need a new ride. We aren't sure what rocks our world. Currently, we have a cute little Volvo.

Daddy Dude wants us to look at the Volvo XC60:

Or the crossover vehicle made by Cadillac (SRX, I think):
I personally think he is trying to head off any possibility of a mini van because it is hard to look butch in one.

What do you think would be the best way for MC to chauffeur me around town?

2 comments:

  1. I used to be a hostess in a car dealership and got that same one a lot - and no I did not come with the car!

    I drive a Jeep Patriot now that I have a little one - it has room for shopping and strollers and is 4x4 which is perfect for winter!

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