tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330766246822130643.post5723460823320817725..comments2024-02-09T08:14:51.016-05:00Comments on ON THE VERGE: There is nothing funny about a car show and yetJody Casellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892174349776047862noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330766246822130643.post-83267917694289042202018-03-21T19:15:32.075-04:002018-03-21T19:15:32.075-04:00I hear you. I have a hard time finding my own car ...I hear you. I have a hard time finding my own car in parking lots. I have stood before with my key fob pointing at a similar looking car and wondered why the door wasn't unlocking. Jody Casellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17892174349776047862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330766246822130643.post-71760960744925841022018-03-21T14:24:14.931-04:002018-03-21T14:24:14.931-04:00LOL, I have the same indifference to cars. When I ...LOL, I have the same indifference to cars. When I hear alerts on the radio to look for a car from such-and-such model year, I'm like: How do you know what year a car is from? I mean, I know a Model T is older than a Chevy with fins on it, and a station wagon with fake wood on the sides is older than an SUV, but that's about it.<br />When friends are going to pick me up and I don't know their car, they'll say it's a such-and-such model, and I'll say, "Just tell me what color it is." Because that's the only thing I can reliably identify.<br />I ride public transit. :-)Jennifer R. Hubbardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03408588432492354248noreply@blogger.com