Every once in a while you do something that really makes you think about your "affection" for your car.

Last Sunday night I returned to Tampa International Airport from 4 days in Denver, business trip.

I got off the plane, got my luggage and took the tram back to the parking garage. I got off the elevator and headed for the car, I remembered where I parked and walked toward the car. As soon as I saw it I said, out loud, "Hey! There you are! How ya doin'? Did you enjoy your stay? Time to go home."

I happened to glance to my right and about 20 feet from me was a couple who had stopped walking and just stared at me. All I could do was gesture toward the car and say "Great car..."

I either need to stop talking to the car or up my medication.

Tell me I'm not the only one who's done this.


Randy (Mumbling to the car) ii