The number one way to avoid embarrassment at the gas pump (or wherever you drive) is not to drive one of these:

I see this car drive up and my imagination takes over…

There is a cute blond behind the wheel. Her smile is almost too perfect and she has the deepest azure eyes that I have ever experienced.

She parks.

There is a strangely familiar song muted but still quite audible coming from the car’s stereo system. Suddenly a giant hand descends from the clouds, opens the driver side door, and plucks the blond out of the car and …

and…

waddles her around to the front of the car, and then lifts her right arm, which rises as stiff as a crane.

Finally, the guiding hand rocks the blonde’s body left and right so that in a strange way she seems to be waving at me.

Then it comes to me, the music coming from the car’s stereo is clear now that the door is open.

“Im a barbie girl, in a barbie world”

Thanks for stopping by, and remember: If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?