I was walking past the private school in our neighborhood yesterday, and there was an insistent car alarm. Whooooop, whooooop, whooooop, whoooop...on and on. I walked a least a block and a half before it gave up.
Temporarily.
Whoooop, whoooop, whoooop, whoooop.
The street was lined with Beamers, Lexuses, Hummers, tricked out minivans, Jeeps, Mercedeses...every luxury car you can imagine. The one with the alarm was the little, junky, parrot-puke green Mazda--the one that was styled after a Dodge Colt, or some other misbegotten American dud of the last half century.
Is that what they call a Napoleon complex?
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