Well, it’ll allow a nice breeze…
That’s one less step if you need something from the back!
You’ll save gas… cause it’s more aerodynamic.
Look at it this way; you’re closer to nature this way.
It’ll be great when you need to transport large items, just stick ‘em in and go!
It gives it character…
Now you can put on that new bumper sticker you’ve had your eye on!
Did you even use it, anyway? You probably won’t even miss it.
I don’t know, it’s kinda pretty that way, don’t you think?
It could’ve been worse.
The airflow in this thing is the bomb!
It’s perfect for that on-the-road puppet show you were talking about… now you have a built in, open air stage!
You don’t have to worry about locking your doors, now… so that’s something…
I think it’s trendy… before you know it hipsters around the world are gonna be following your example.
You always complained about not having enough space back there… well, now you do!
One less thing to clean, I say. Good riddance.
In my day… we didn’t even have those! You young whippersnappers, you don’t know what you’ve got!
Hey! It’s one more option at the drive-thru!
The Not So Fantastic Reality:
The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:
ONE: I was in a car accident tonight. Don’t worry; everyone is ok, a little shaken up, but not serious injury. Thankfully, I was only a passenger and we were not at fault, but it’s still sucky. The whole incident was kind of surreal, as we were waiting to make a right turn (our light was green but there was a pedestrian in the crosswalk) a silver Mustang rams us from behind, completely blowing out Andy’s back window, and slamming his spare tire into the door. The guy in the Mustang felt awful, everyone involved was actually really decent, the cop, a few passers-by who asked if we needed help, even the guy who was crossing the street stuck around to make sure we were ok, and even apologized to us, “I was just tryin to get across”… poor man. After the cop came and left, and we bid Mr. Mustang adieu (he was very nice, we even have a friend in common… small world) Andy and I continued on our way to dinner. The shock and the shakes started to wear off and as we were talking we both started making those typical, ‘well at least so and so didn’t happen’ and ‘well, it could have been worse if…’ and so on. Despite the obvious bummer of Andy’s car being messed up and having to deal with that headache, I came away with a bizarrely positive outlook from the whole experience. The kindness of strangers, the decency of the man at fault, even the patience of the cop who has probably dealt with this sort of thing thousands of times a year, it kind of renewed my faith in humanity and our tendency, for the most part, to do the right thing and show concern for our fellow man. Maybe I’m naïve, maybe I need to take the rose-colored glasses off, but to be honest I’d rather be a naïve idealist with an intact faith in humanity than the alternative (Sorry, got a little preachy just then, didn’t I?).
Love & Squirrels.