or however the hell you spell it. either way, its not spellled M-I-N-I.
so i took my cooper S (still trying to come up with a Yerg-style name for it) to the dealership this morning to get the hood scoop changed from carbon fiber to chrome, get a chip in my windshield fixed, and get all of my windows tinted. it will hopefully take some of the people from the “its so cute” column to the “that is badass” column of the tabulations that i am keeping of car comments.
i really like how MINI (by the way, they will actually tell you that the name was changed in like 1994 OFFICIALLY from mini to MINI. i am fine with that, but i hate pressing the shift key to type it) wants you to really love your vehicle.
today’s tactic? they gave me a fucking used hyundai sonata as my loaner while they work on it. not only is it used but it smells. it smells like that carpet deoderizing powder shit that you used to sprinkle on the carpet before vacuuming in college to try and mask the smell of vomit a little more. two things on that: one, you could always still smell the hint of vomit lingering. two, how big of a sham is that shit? its only in your carpet for like ten minutes before it gets sucked into your vacuum and then thrown away. and don’t try and tell me that shit clings to the fibers or something.
and when the guy from the company giving me the loaner answered my inquiry as to what kind of vehicle i was getting, he said it was a hyundai sonata V6. like the fact that its a V6 is supposed to make me feel better about having to drive around a hyundai all day instead of my MINI? “gosh sir, if i like the hyundai, can i just trade you straight up for my MINI?!” get a freaking clue.
i want my MINI back. NOW!