Hot buns, anyone?

As I have mentioned before, I look upon cars as a convenient way to get from point A to point B without an interminable wait at a bus stop, followed by a half hour ride with the inevitable weirdos. Ron, on the other hand, is a connoisseur. He has been doing research on the internet for a replacement for our older car for over a year, and finally made up his mind which one we should have. I was happy he had arrived at a decision, so off we went to the local dealership to test drive his choice.

The only thing I care about in a car is the colour, and we were fortunate to find a car that was the exact model Ron wanted, plus a very unique colour that I loved. When viewed in the shade, it's a very ordinary dark brown, but in bright sunlight it sparkles like Edward the vampire in Twilight. It would be easy to locate in a crowded parking lot.

After a test drive, the salesman, who was sitting in the back seat, walked us through some of the features. There was a volume control for the radio embedded in the steering wheel. How cool is that!

Then I noticed two little round buttons on the dashboard. I pressed one and it popped up.

"Those are your seat heaters," the salesman explained. Then he chuckled. "I call them bun warmers."

That was exactly what I was thinking. I glanced sideways at Ron, who was trying not to react. I wanted that car!

To make a long story short, we bought it, but it is too hot right now to test the seat heaters. That will have to wait. But in the meantime we have other methods of getting hot buns.