I am exceptionally good at feeling sorry for myself and never ask for sympathy because I am very competitive and simply don't need your pity. Besides, all I have to do whenever I am downcast is look at the World Wide Weird for news and notes scrapped from the floor in the teletype room (do they still have those?) and I start to feel better about me, myself, and I almost immediately.
See if it doesn't work for you as well.
Take this story out for a test drive and when you come back to the dealership tell me what kind of a deal I have to make to put you in a little beauty just like Patrice's. Happy Motoring!
-bill kenny
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