The sun shines on the righteous. Well, at first.
Flew into Perugia airport the other day, and wandered over to the car hire desk to collect the regulation Panda. House not far from the Airport, and down an unmade road, so the Panda is ideal. And cheap. "Sorry, sir, we don't have a Panda for you, we have an Alfa." Oh well, a Mito or 147 will be fine. Collect the paperwork, and off out to find my V6 3.2 litre Brera waiting for me.
Roared off to the house, with a slight droning noise in the right ear..."it's very uncomfortable..(true).."there's no room in the back" (also true).."we can't get anything in the boot"..(true again).."it uses so much petrol, we can't afford to go anywhere in this"..(yes, I'm afraid she's right again).
I wish I could say this story had a happy ending, but in the interest of marital harmony, I allowed myself to be persuaded to return the wonderful Brera the following day, and swap it for a Peugeat 106. Oh dear oh dear.
Is this the sort of behaviour that should get me drummed out of the squadrone Alfa?