Mr. B. travels to work in a jet, with nice monitors telling him he is going over 300 mph and has nice graphics of the USA. He also has magazines to look at and can sit on nice leather seats.
I travel to work in a 1985 Subaru, in which if I go over 60, that front tire starts to make the whopping noise, there is only AM on the dial and no drink holders, because they weren't invented yet.
Last edited by Betsy; 04-11-2008 at 01:29 PM..
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