Sarah and I were walking across a parking lot when my turning head got me into trouble. I was ogling a Saab convertible. Sarah groaned.
"John, don't get a penis car."
"Saabs are penis cars?"
CUT TO: THREE MONTHS LATER
"If you want a convertible, there's only one you should get," she held forth haughtily. "A Porsche."
I leave it to you assembled trolls to try to deconstruct what her criteria are for "penis car" status. Good luck to you.
Exhibit A, the Saab:
Exhibit B, the Porsche:
