She can't find her keys .... but she's got a ton of other crap !!

Our friend has a Ford F-150, loaded to the hilt with all of the latest bells & whistles. If he uses one key, the seats/lights/mirrors/radio all adjust to his (tall) height & other preferences. With the other key, everything adjusts to his (shorter) wife's settings. However, his wife has a similarly decked-out Honda SI, so she's never gonna use the truck. He wants to reprogram the 2nd key for his son-in-law. The challenge is that, despite the gazillion dollars he paid for the truck, he has to pay more, to get the code required to change the programming. He's so p.o.'ed, he's just not gonna "friggin' well" fork it over. I just think that is too darn funny.

This makes me think of the song by Paul Petersen, "She Can't Find Her Keys",

Now, tell me... Doesn't that just summon up visions of some Valley Girl type, with a Gucci purse and very light-coloured hair?

I think the song needs to be re-written, ya think ?.....
"She pulls out a USB key, iPod, garage remote, cellphone, GPS....." ....code for her F-150 !!

We've come a long way, haven't we, since that song was written ? I suppose no one has re-issued it, because you can now also buy key finders !!

High Hopes on pissing off an RX7

Our RX7 was so old that it came only with an on-board cassette player -- state-of-the art for its day, I guess.

Back in early '98, we started talking about how great it would be to have a CD player: we'd be able to burn our own music selections for our road trips.

Well, I guess that is precisely the way to piss off your good old reliable RX7 !  It seems that, no sooner had we started discussions about a CD player, than our radio/cassette combo decided to go on strike.  What finer time did they decide this, but on the 100-mile trek back home from Mom's !!

So, whatcha gonna do ?  Natch, we start singing and, guess you could say that we hatched a song that will certainly keep us in some unique list of lists !!

The lyrics, to which I have to give credit to my melodic counterpart (the driver, not me), go something like this (all apologies to Frank Sinatra):

Just what makes that little old ant
Think he can snort a bag of cocaine
Anyone knows an ant can't
Snort a bag of cocaine
But he's got hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hopes
He's got hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hopes

I dunno.  Somehow, I just think that Ole Blue Eyes did a much better job of it !!