Play-Yah

So the girl I'm dating tells me that her father thinks I'm a playboy. As stunned as I was, and a little bit flattered, I had to ask why he thought so. The answer, my dear readers, shocked me. My suave manners, dashing attire and erudite speech were not reason enough to label me a playboy.

It was my "flashy car" that did the trick.

And the car in question is this:

A seven year old, now discontinued, diesel burning Ford Escort that has done over a hundred thousand kilometers. I'd attribute this solely to the loving care (and thousands of rupees) that I've spent at Cauvery Ford.

And the girlfriend adds that the previous boyfriend was bertated because he didn't have a car and hence was not certified to transport precious cargo.

Parents! There's no pleasing 'em!