Yeah, I talk to my car. I really do. I talk to her like she’s a little kid, or a dog.. I don’t think she minds though, and she always gives me great response…
Like the other day when I got back from Oslo; she’d been parked at the train station for a few days and you could tell it had been cold. There was frost on her insides and she sounded a little chilly as I started her up.. I apologized for leaving her out in the cold for so long and promised to get her nice and warm. I think she liked that because she drove me home..
I had been warned ahead of time that the road up to our house was slippery as
anjfjeuidxj! So nervous as I was knowing that my baby here is a lightweight, I promised her that she would stay in the nice, dry and warm garage that night if she got us up the hill… It worked, need I say more?
Of course, I’m a respectable person; so I made sure to thank her for being the best car ever as soon as we got home!
Do you ever talk to your things?