My mouth has struck again.
It seems as though the information highway between my brain and my mouth is clogged with Rice Krispie treats and Reese Pieces.
Let me start from the beginning.
We have a new addition to the family.
The color of our new baby is called "Flame Red".
As we were talking to the car salesman, I was saying that my experience with another Jeep dealer was not so good because he wanted me to buy a 4-door, hard-top, automatic and the color of "Red Rock". I wanted a 2-door, soft top, manual and the color "FLAMING Red". Yes, I said FLAMING...
The salesman started laughing, the other half started laughing, and I tried to figure out how to get myself out of this one. I just sat there and was pretty sure, I was FLAMING red sitting there while the others are laughing.
What made it worse, with a new Wrangler, you get this army green small bag-like thing that you put your manual and stuff in, and it stays in the glove box.
It looks eerily like a small purse....well, one that a hunter's redneck wife would carry.
This went over very well too...I am not sure who said it first (obviously not me ), but I think there was a suggestion to go with my FLAMING red Jeep and olive green bag would be a strap so I can carry the small bag around town.
Lucky for me, the bag did not go with my flip flops.