So when the human male was making up the second curbside-pickup shopping list and trying to make the total high enough that there was no fee, he saw a little something that he thought the human female might like.
For some inexplicable reason, she’s enamored with this particular brand of knobby children’s toys.
I don’t get it.
And because I don’t get it and because I was feeling extra-cranky (hey, the heat index is about 105F here, so I can’t be held responsible for anything), I swapped out her order.
Going for Nick Fury and Captain Marvel? How about a Lamborghini instead?
Did I supply her with this glorious creation, the Lamborghini Sián? Fast, sleek, and green and with gull-wing doors that actually work…?
I did not.
Was it this extra-special Roger Dubuis Huracán Super Trofeo EVO? Black, deadly, and drool-worthy?
It was not.
Did I perhaps pick out for her this less-detailed but still desirable Gallardo, which would have been big enough for me to drive?
Ehehehe! Still no.
Let us see, now that all is unpacked, just what she has.
Oh, it’s the Huracán Super Trofeo EVO, all right, just a different version.
She’s making a face, but she’s nothing if not determined, so she’s putting it together.
Much frowning and muttering at the directions later, here it is:
Well, it’s black. And vaguely car-shaped.
It’s too little to ride in comfortably.
The spoiler is crooked and keeps coming off, the wheels don’t turn smoothly, and it needs constant maintenance to stay together. Yep, it’s a real Italian sports car!