I will have to admit, it is a pretty neat car. When you turn it on, the engine doesn't start - you just run on electricity until you reach a certain speed. Which means it is a very difficult car to lock yourself in a garage with, hoping to die of asphyxiation.
Morbid thoughts like this happen to me all the time. But usually the follow-up thought is pretty interesting. For example, my follow-up thought to this was, "Hey! That would make a great commercial!"
Just imagine...
A sad sack of a guy shuffles through his house, his limp hand drops a note. The camera zooms in on the note, revealing, in beautiful cursive penmanship, that his One True Love has found someone else.
The guy shuffles into his garage, closes his eyes, and starts his car.
Time passes.
Nothing happens.
Time passes some more.
Nothing happens.
Out of frustration, the man rests his head on the steering wheel. Immediately, the car radio springs to life, belting out, "It's a Sunshine Day" by the Brady Bunch.
The garage door rises, filling the air with light.
An announces coos, "Things are looking up. The new Prius."
Aaaand now you see why I didn't pursue a career in advertising.
