El parquear con Scion. Day 4: What in the Scion?

It was a late night down by the dock. The boys and I were watching out for Frankie and his men when, suddenly, everything went wrong. Phil reached deep into his pocket to retrieve some Starburst candy and the whole place went dark. A bullet has pierced the lone street lamp on the dock. The coast guard ship parked far out in the bay was the only light illumining Phil's puzzling brow and my look of horror. There was a long pause and then Phil got goosed-- "What in the Scion!?" he yelped.

I put a cap in Phil to shut him up. I didn't really phase me-- in fact, I felt nothing in regards to shooting Phil in cold blood. All I was thinking about was getting back to the office and my "date with ADvantage".

Tip of the day: If you like candy and Scions someone might put a cap in you.

Parking behind The Team Scion -- Day 3

Uber decisiveness has led me to believe that not only are there many physical, social, and emotional benefits to parking behind God's Wheels on Earth, but there are moral benefits as well. Local religious leaders quoted in this mornings paper not only support my actions they demand it. Terence Nunn, a forever Lincolnite, starting Husker player, hard core Power Ball user and a Honda fanatic released a statement late yesterday, "Yost is a fool if he doesn't park behind his-- I mean his company's cool Scion..."

Later, in the same conversation Nunn added, "..and I am a fool if I break up with my Playboy Bunny girlfriend."

After some thought on the subject I have my sum up for today: it is better to park behind your team's Scion than to leave your wife for a Playboy Bunny... I think.

Parking behind The Team Scion -- Day 2

In this, day two of my experiment, parking behind the team scion, I am attempting to attach discriminatory methods to the benefits of parking behind, around, or on top of a vehicle with such magnitude. After all, before my episodic endeavor I parked right next to the damn thing and it was horrible, just horrible. I think day two can be summed up, at least it part, by the cigarette burn I left in the front seat of The Team's chariot of enchantment: the car was unlocked (just like your mom) so it must be free game.