◊ Dear universe:
Please give me a first-generation Plymouth Valiant like the one near my work. Please make sure it runs at least as well as the one by my work — I know that one runs because it's always parked in different spots.
Please make this Valiant red like the one by my work.
Or at least please let someone who lives by my work turn into a total butterfingers when it comes to moving the car key in and out of pockets.
P.S. I know there's another car I want really bad, so after this thing with the Valiant, maybe we should talk about me finding a place to live that has no neighbors and lots of storage space and maybe a four-car garage? Must be dirt cheap.