My best friend drove me to our date in a vehicle I had never seen before.
I was surprised because he hadn’t told me he was getting a new car and because he hadn’t informed me.
When he exited, he inquired whether I enjoyed it. It had a whopping five miles on the odometer, he said, and he bought it that day. I thought it was a nice automobile until he forbade me from entering without removing my shoes. He instructed me not to wear perfume in the future because it clashed with the smell of the new automobile. I inquired whether there was anything else I was unable to do. He examined the vehicle and warned me not to touch the Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning system or the beatbox. In addition to the fact that they were cutting-edge, he did not want me to damage anything. I was without words. I stood there with my mouth and eyes wide open and unable to speak. I could not believe that I could not interact with the HVAC system or the beatbox. I finally inquired as to whether he was certain he wanted me in his car. He examined the vehicle and then inquired whether my friend and I could use it tonight. The beatbox was inferior, and my air conditioner was not nearly as effective as his, but it was old and I could wear my own shoes. I slammed the door, causing a pop that sprayed all over the car and onto the HVAC controls and told him I would never again go out with him. Even though I wasn’t a jerk, he called me a troublemaker.