Taunted by a parked BMW

I'm at the point where I see a California license plate and I get aggravated. I wanna wait for the car's owner to return and demand to be driven back to their home state with them. I'll split the gas money and supply scintillating conversation...well, that depends on the car's owner. I'd be happy sitting in silence, too...looking out the window and seeing our great country. Eating at diners and truck stops in the midwest, using a gas station's rest stop in Arizona, posing for pictures at each state's welcome sign. Yeah, that's the shit i'm talking about.

So it was yet another "heavy sigh" when I came across a CA plate across the street from my parents'. Then I was annoyed even more when I saw it was BMW. It couldn't be a Volkswagon? Expensive cars piss me off, too...even if BMWs are as commonplace now as Plymouths were in 1989. It's the average person's expensive car. The final insult was when my eyes drifted to the dealership location. It couldn't be fucking Eureka? It HAD to be Santa Monica?! Disgusted beyond belief, I averted my eyes and carried on with my own non-California/BMW/Santa Monica life.