mini fit
Incubus is going on vacation across the country. Naturally he must take all his toys with him for the whole 4 days or he’ll risk losing all his hair. Well, actually, that’s happening already. Pretty soon I’ll be making him an appointment to get hair plugs.
Incubus: Beatrix, I need you to ship some things to New York
Beatrix Kiddo: Sure
Me thinking that it would be the usual, you know, the feather pillow, back massager [aka butt plug], the pink shirts…
I: This time I need you to ship the Mini. This afternoon.
BK: The Mini…As in your Apple computer?
I: No, as in my car (I mentally squeeze his wrinkled neck)
BK: Incubus, it’s going to cost you a fortune!
I: Why don’t you get me some quotes? It could be like $100ish (I’m still squeezing and nothing is happening)
BK: Ok but be foretold that I’m not sure anyone will ship it on same day notice to get there in 3 days. After all, the cars don’t get flown in? (not for $100 anyways)
I: Well, the Mini drives pretty fast (he’s completely nonplused about the sheer impossibility of solving this problem)
Exactly what does he mean?! He probably has visions of an expert race car driver and handsome Dutch model, who after being offered the opportunity of a lifetime to drive Incubus’ run-of-the-mill Mini, triumphantly drives it into New York in 1.5 days, his long blonde tresses flapping in the wind.
Nothing like a 2 hour exercise in futility on a Friday afternoon to rock my world so off I go in search of answers.
BK: Well, the cheapest quote I got was $6,000
I: What?! That’s too expensive!
BK: It is what it is. Why don’t you rent a Mini in NY?
I: Because it is too expensive
