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GM Southeast asked me if I wanted to drive a Chevy Malibu ECO for five days in exchange for writing a blog post about the experience. A chance to escape my disgusting old car and drive something with A/C, a driver's side door without a broken hinge and a trunk I could open and close and put thing in? Sure thing, GM!
I spent some alone-time inside the car, just me and a car that did not have a Taco Bell bag beneath the drivers seat. A car without the smell of whatever that smell is coming from the rugs. A car with leather seats, a luxe dashboard, big doors, bluetooth that let me talk on the phone without holding, XM Radio, a full backseat people could sit on without asking "What's that smell?" and air conditioning.
Did I deserve this?
And this?
NOOOOOOOOOO!
Maybe?
Ooh a mirror.
The odometer read 8,375 miles, but my trip someone in Miami named "Trip 1" was about to begin. I dried my tears, said a prayer, ate a banana, called some nuns, ate two bananas, ran in circles and...
...drove to Disney World.
... got my hand stuck in a puzzle.
... got invited to jury duty.
... gave a speech about blogging at a bloggers conference in Orlando.
... shopped at the downtown farmers market.
... saw a rat dying on the sidewalk in front of Brio in Winter Park Village
... did not feed the swan pieces of bread.
... fed them the correct thing: swan food.
... stopped in Urban ReThink.
... went back to Disney world.
... did not buy this doo doo tube at the Germany pavillion.
... did buy chocolate-covered grapes.
... played with crap in Mexico.
... saw a bunny.
AND AMY SWEEZY'S ARMS!
When the delivery man returned on the fifth day to pry the car from my hands and my heart, I thanked him with an inappropriate bear hug and asked him to "Take care of her, hey?" He drove off down the street without me, air conditioning and all. I sadly piddle-poddled to my crap-mobile and drove away, wishing the Malibu would force the driver to drive it back to me.
Bring the 'Bu back!
