Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I'm sitting in line at the Jack in the Box this morning waiting for my Grilled Chicken Southwest Salad. On the radio is a commercial for a Mercedes. I'm sort of halfway listening to it with part of my brain.
I remember 21 gallon tank, diesel engine, you'll want a big gulp to drink because the gas mileage is so good you can go from San Antonio to Kansas City without stopping - 600 miles. So all these tidbits are floating around in my head.
Then - get this - at the end, in that really-fast-talking small-print-legalese-voice you hear at the end of commercials sometimes, I heard, "This car does not meet vehicle emissions standards in California, Oregon, Washington, Vermont, or New Hampshire and cannot be purchased in these states. But who cares, because you're in Texas. Yee haw."
I just cracked up so bad. It was all said with the same inflection, and totally unexpected, so it was great. Yee haw indeed.
I remember 21 gallon tank, diesel engine, you'll want a big gulp to drink because the gas mileage is so good you can go from San Antonio to Kansas City without stopping - 600 miles. So all these tidbits are floating around in my head.
Then - get this - at the end, in that really-fast-talking small-print-legalese-voice you hear at the end of commercials sometimes, I heard, "This car does not meet vehicle emissions standards in California, Oregon, Washington, Vermont, or New Hampshire and cannot be purchased in these states. But who cares, because you're in Texas. Yee haw."
I just cracked up so bad. It was all said with the same inflection, and totally unexpected, so it was great. Yee haw indeed.
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