You know that episode of Superman where we find out there's an anti Superman in a "bizarro" world where everything is opposite? Well, there's a bizarro me out there and he's just purchased a PT Cruiser.
You see, a couple of days ago I received an e-mail welcoming me to the PT Cruiser Club. At first I thought it was a friendly prank perpetrated by a fellow MINI owner with a sick sense of humor but within a short time I started to put the pieces together.
For the past couple of years I've been getting an occasional e-mail to my Road Runner mail account that was intended for someone else. Evidently, someone with the same last name and first initial as me has a Road Runner e-mail address that is dangerously close to my e-mail address. Now it turns out that this other "Pearson" has joined the PT Cruiser club and registered the account with my e-mail address. I've received all the "log in" information including the password and even a $25 gift certificate to the PT Cruiser Club Store. I know, creepy.
I've since logged in to the site and deleted my e-mail address from the account. I can't seem to find the correct e-mail address for the "bizarro" Pearson out there. Maybe some day we'll come face to face like the final scene from the Superman episode. He'll be sitting next to me at a stop light revving his engine. I'll reach back, tighten my seat belt and before the "bizarro me" knows it, he's sitting there looking at my boot stripes fading off into the distance and we never see each other ever again. (Cue Twilight Zone music.)
Posted by todd at December 14, 2004 08:54 PM | Trackback
Two Novembers ago, I was on a research trip in Burlington, Vermont, and although I had requested a midsize, the guy at the car-rental place noted that for just a few bucks more he could upgrade me to a Chrysler Sebring. As it was a brisk fall day, and the weather would turn to winter that very weekend, I couldn’t see the virtue in driving a convertible with the top up.
“That’s OK,” I said, “I’ll just take the regular midsize vehicle…” which, as it happened, was a white PT Cruiser.
I’d like to say everything worked out fine, but I’m not Chili Palmer, and this was not the Cadillac of minivans. Trust me when I say there is no way to look cool driving a PT Cruiser, even in a place as remote and bucolic as Burlington.
And now those zipperheads have a club… [shakes head, chuckles to self]
Posted by: Shepcat on December 15, 2004 12:02 PM