If I Could Turn Back Time
Jenelle here..
We live in a pretty quiet complex that is literally filled to the brim with old people (And not cool old people like my grandma, just boring old people hooked on bingo) so when we find out that new people move in, we typically are pretty eager to learn more about them. And to spy in their windows to see how they've decorated their kitchen. But that's beside the point...
Our newest neighbors came in the form of a car lot. One day we had a beautiful forested lot to gaze out upon, and the next day nothing but rows and rows of Hyundais. (Did I mention it is currently a GM Sell-abration at our other neighboring car lot?)
That's right -- now we have car lots to the north and east, a national guard base and maximum security prison to our south, and public storage to the west. We're a realtor's dream.
I don't really mind the car lot(s) next door. I'm perfectly comfortable wandering around the house naked knowing that only a 2005 Elantra will be looking back at me. The thing that intrigues me most about the dealership is their choice of music. It's always of the elevator music variety, never anything top 40, and always really loud.
As I pulled into the driveway after work today, Cher's "If I Could Turn Back Time" wafted over. And I started thinking about what an ironic song that was for a car dealership.
If I Could Turn Back Time... cars wouldn't lose half their value the second they're driven off the lot
If I Could Turn Back Time... Nobody would buy a Hyundai.
If I Could Turn Back Time.. all these pre-owned cars would be shiny and new
If I Could Turn Back Time .. I would have bought this lot and preserved the beauty of the forest. Or at least built something useful. Like a Starbucks.
We live in a pretty quiet complex that is literally filled to the brim with old people (And not cool old people like my grandma, just boring old people hooked on bingo) so when we find out that new people move in, we typically are pretty eager to learn more about them. And to spy in their windows to see how they've decorated their kitchen. But that's beside the point...
Our newest neighbors came in the form of a car lot. One day we had a beautiful forested lot to gaze out upon, and the next day nothing but rows and rows of Hyundais. (Did I mention it is currently a GM Sell-abration at our other neighboring car lot?)
That's right -- now we have car lots to the north and east, a national guard base and maximum security prison to our south, and public storage to the west. We're a realtor's dream.
I don't really mind the car lot(s) next door. I'm perfectly comfortable wandering around the house naked knowing that only a 2005 Elantra will be looking back at me. The thing that intrigues me most about the dealership is their choice of music. It's always of the elevator music variety, never anything top 40, and always really loud.
As I pulled into the driveway after work today, Cher's "If I Could Turn Back Time" wafted over. And I started thinking about what an ironic song that was for a car dealership.
If I Could Turn Back Time... cars wouldn't lose half their value the second they're driven off the lot
If I Could Turn Back Time... Nobody would buy a Hyundai.
If I Could Turn Back Time.. all these pre-owned cars would be shiny and new
If I Could Turn Back Time .. I would have bought this lot and preserved the beauty of the forest. Or at least built something useful. Like a Starbucks.
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