I’ve been getting some annoying mail at work. Months ago I signed up online for some fire prevention thingamabob so I could get a look at fire codes for buildings. When I realized you had to pay a monthly fee for the privilege, I didn’t complete the subscription. However, they had my address and kept sending me reminders to pay. Finally I asked them to cancel everything. Today they sent me another letter saying they couldn’t cancel because I never signed up. *sigh* So much wasted mail.
Then there was another weird thing in the mail. Silvery Prius-style letters, addressed to me, at my workplace, that spelled ‘El Som’.
What the what? I grilled Lloyd via text.
Yes. Yes, he did order the whole phrase.
Apparently it is some gimmick promotion to name your car and tell the internet about it, causing a Prius craving across the nation.
Hmmph. I’m a little disappointed he didn’t order TINYRV. 🙁
Brad says
I’m not craving a Prius, but I do have a strange craving to name my car.
Lloyd says
I recommend “El Sommerer”.
Peggy says
Mmmm…..now I’m craving tacos. Crunchy with no cheese.
Beth says
My car’s name is Abe. Abraham Arthur Acadia. I call him Abe. The kids call him As (as in Ace, but As, three of them).
Lauren says
Yes, but does it say ‘Abe’ on your car’s rear end? (I wanted to say butt, but it seemed wrong.)
Peggy, we’re having tacos tomorrow, but there will be cheese involved. 😉