who needs to drive?

Work is beginning to be full of fascinating stories. Not so much fascinating people, but that can't be helped, I s'pose.

One such story is that of the Delightful Miss B and her dream car that Daddy doesn't quite want to buy for her.

Now the Delightful Miss B is one of those what she wants, she will have kind of people. So she has spent the past two days trying to convince us that she should get this dream car that's "sooo cute! it looks like a bubble!".

You see, when I get paid $16.1105 an hour to slave over a bajillion contracts that had only been changed two weeks ago, I don't need to hear the Delightful Miss B complain about how Daddy doesn't want to buy her this $25,000 car.

But still, we hear the arguments.

"But you don't have to even turn the windscreen wipers on, it can sense when there's rain on the windscreen and it'll turn them on itself!"

"Yeah, but wouldn't that annoy you if it was only sprinkling and they didn't really need to be on?"

"No! You can change that manually!"

"But then wouldn't that defeat the purpose if you're just going to change it manually?"

"No! I don't care. Anyway, if you pay an extra $25, 000, they'll make it so that the car can park itself."

Did I mention the whole $16.1105 an hour and not needing to hear this kind of thing?

"Look, I don't care if it can make your coffee and park itself. It sounds like a waste of money to me!"