Whenever I think about cars my thoughts immediately turn to an incident that happened while standing outside my office chatting with friends. I was about to take my leave and get into my car when another friend burst forth from a taxi wailing, "My car! My car!!" The men among us immediately rushed forward like a rapid response team helping a fatal crash victim, though it was quite evident that he was in perfect health. They clearly understood what was going down! The women on the other hand noting that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him hung back, waiting to hear exactly what it was about his car. With his hands on his head still wailing, no tears mind you, but clearly distraught he finally spluttered “My brand new BMW has been bashed!” Not totaled mind you, just dented (and as we found out later it wasn’t even that big a dent). Nevertheless he was inconsolable, but after a while he calmed down and taking stock of the situation looked at me calmly and said “I wish it was my arm that had been broken instead of my car…I love that car!”
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