Thank you Jeep Liberty. The weather outside may be frightful, but with you behind me, it’s delightful. Your headlights reflect off my mirror, shutting out all the cares of the world so that I can focus on the most important car on the road.
No I’m not fishtailing, I’m shakng my rear in greeting. Though I can see how you misinterpreted it as a mating ritual, why else would you want to be so close?
I’m thankful there are people like you who remind me that my safety is secondary to your desire to conquer the weather. Six inches of snow and sludge is no reason to slow down five miles an hour. I should have realized that. Thanks for setting my priorities straight.
I know to a Jeep I look tiny and insignificant. When somebody t-boned me earlier this year, I got to drive one for a month. Thanks for almost helping me to repeat that experience.
No I’m not flipping you off, I am saluting the superior motorist. We all have to pee, but you have the balls to do something about it. I thank you.
Thanks to Jimmy Fallon for his thank you notes which once again inspired this post, and to my wife. We’re so in sync we both bought each other a book of these thank you notes for christmas. I’ve never bought the same present as anyone before, so this is just one more way I know we’re right for each other.
[BTW] : Ben Trube, Writer 