not smart

Here is my beef with smart cars. first off, look at the size of them. enough said. second off, i am terribly nervous for the poor soul who gets rear ended in one... it will be like someone kicking you in the back of your movie theater chair with the force of a Viking. and third, and my least favorite characteristic of these children's toys is when you pull into a parking lot, and you spot the golden parking spot. you are almost giddy with excitement because every spot seems full, but no, not the beauty you have spotted near the entrance. You smile up at Zeus and thank him for your luck. You go to make the wide angled turn to pull in and.......psych! slam on your brakes pal because you aint getting this parking spot. you were deceived by the midget who clearly does not belong with the big boys. and now you have to reverse in frustration while the toy just puts it's rear end in your face with smug pride.

I obviously have had frequent bad experiences with this poor excuse for a car.

(nothing against the people who are inside, just the car itself- we don't quite see eye to eye. pun.)