Porsche vs. Taurus

I'll give an update of my Virginia weekend later. I need to download some pictures and get my thoughts together. But this is something that happened last week before I left that I've been meaning to write about but kept getting sidetracked.

So Thursday before we left Alabama, I wanted to get my car cleaned. I have this thing that I hate to travel in a dirty car. I like the inside to be wiped down and vacuumed, the windows cleaned and the tires scrubbed. If I'm going to be sitting in it for nine hours, I at least want to be comfortable.

There's a place just up the road from my house that is relatively cheap and quick so I stopped in before coming to pick up my passengers. It's easy - you pull up, tell them the service you want and leave the keys in the car. After you pay inside, you sit down in a small waiting room with everybody else waiting for the car. Once your car is done, they come over a loud speaker and announce the color, make and model so you can leave.

As I'm sitting there, over the speaker this is announced: "Red Porsche ready, red Porsche ready." This girl in gym shorts, a t-shirt and tennis shoes goes out to pick it up. In my head I'm thinking, wow, this girl has done well. 

A little later I notice she's sitting outside on a bench and the manager comes in and announces that a red Porsche is ready. One of the cashiers says that the lady went out already, we saw her leave. And this is what the manager says: "That's not hers. She drives a red Ford Taurus."

Huh? How on earth does someone confuse their red Taurus with a red Porsche? That doesn't make any sense whatsoever. 

Yeah, smart people. They're everywhere.