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Presumably there’s someone in the UK right now thinking “who the fuck is going to want to buy this Rodius? Maybe I should just scrap it” and is going to get a surprise bid.
Although this makes me realise, someone must have bought it new, what were they thinking?
Once at an entry-level job that I held almost 40 years ago in Burbank, lunch was being ‘catered’ by someone’s girlfriend. It was lasagna, oddly with olives in it that were so bitter (cured with lye or something? …definitely not what you expect in lasagna, but we were young and underpaid, so of course we ate it) and when we learned how much one of our colleagues hated olives of all kinds, we ‘persuaded’ him (via peer pressure/begging/laughing) to eat some of the difficult-to-swallow-even-if-you-were-into-olives lasagna. Older and (a bit) wiser now, I regret it course, since there was just a hint of the Lord of the Flies to it.
I’d like to think that Adrian ‘having’ to drive the not-quite-so-awful-that-its-actually-repugnant SsangYong is somewhat less cruel than that was. Plus, there’s always the chance that he might meet his next significant other in it.
There’s also a strong chance I will repel every single available woman within a fifty mile radius.
That’s my default assumption (for myself) so statistically, once in a very rare while I’ll be surprised that the opposite occurs. 😉
Aw…..Adrian dropping self deprecating Arrested Development references is just what I needed to make a gloomy Monday morning a little less gloomy.
Wait. It’s Adrian though. Would that make it MORE gloomy? Some of this math isn’t mathing.
I have just informed my team of doctors that they have to keep me alive long enough to read what Adrian writes about his time in the Rodius.