This afternoon I was on my way to teach Pilates, minding my own business, when I noticed a little car I don’t think I’d ever seen around before making a turn.
I stopped to see what it was and it was a “Leaf.”
I knew right away it had to be an eco-friendly car, so I checked it out. That car is totally electric. It’s made by Nissan, and it uses Zero gas… and has no tail pipe. Pretty cool.
But LEAF? Really?
Why didn’t they just name it Flower or Pussy Willow for goddsakes? Shouldn’t a car, regardless of how green it is, maintain a good rep for being able to protect you and get you around safely? A name like “LEAF” will get you beat up. It’d be like naming a boy Dick Trickle, Jack Meoff, or Wun Hung Lo. It’s embarrassing.
What made my day was when I imagined myself on the board of directors naming that car… Oh, the other names I could come up with to bring the SMACK DOWN on that lame ass “Leaf” idea. But all I could think of as I was driving? “Shrubbery.” And I thought it in a British accent, as in the classic movie “Monte Python’s Holy Grail.”
If you don’t know the story, watch the clip below to get up to speed. It just kills me. I hope it kills. you too, because I love you so much.
My favorite quote?
“Ohhhhh… what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say “Ni” at will to old ladies…”
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In my infinite wisdom I decided Shrubbery is even more wimpy than Leaf. But the Knights who say “Ni” ROCKED.
My car would be called “Ni,” The name itself is an extension of something related to plant-life (shrubbery), right? Plus, it would make grown men (and old ladies) cry, and that’s a car I would trust to keep me safe. Just sayin’.
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