baby, you can drive my car
This was probably something that's been looming over the horizon ever since women were allowed to vote. Just yesterday, I read about Volvo's concept car for women - designed by women for women. And these ladies sure thought of everything!
The new Volvo YCC comes with gullwing doors to protect a woman's modesty when she gets in and out of the car. The car parks itself so there's no need to fear parallel parking spots anymore. There is no bonnet cos no woman should have to pop the lid to look at the engine. Access to petrol tank and windscreen washer reservoir is via a cap-less valve, just so you won't chip your nails or dirty your fingers opening those ridiculous filler caps. And even the headrest is designed to accommodate your ponytail, should you decide to keep a ponytail. And women around the world rejoice! Hehheh!
I was telling Mae about this when she recounts the story of a friend, Doopsie. Doopsie is the kind of woman that makes all women drivers look bad. She gets into accidents and fender benders like her life depended on it. So Doopsie's dad decides that she'll need a car that can hold up against his accident-prone daughter. So he goes out and gets her a Volvo! Sheesh! And Mae goes on and on about how Volvo is a safe car. So, like any good husband I gently bring her back down to earth.
"Honey, Doopsie doesn't need a Volvo. She needs a bus card!" Hahahah! Having said that, bad drivers are not exclusive to the feminine gender. I know a few men too who'd be better off using public transport.