On St. Patrick's Day this year, my friend and I were finally rounding out our night, we were very drunk and got an uber back to my friends apartment. The uber happened to be a truck. For some reason I distinctively remember giving the driver a lot of shit about his truck being a 1500 and asking why he wasn't at least driving a 2500 and on top of that why wasn't it a diesel. He proceeded to explain to me how he worked for a dealership and got a better payment deal on this truck and blah blah blah, and asked if I was a truck girl. I said "Yes, of course! I drive a Duramax!" And he was in disbelief, like most people are when they find out what I drive. And when we finally pulled into my friends apartment, my truck was right there and I drunkenly exclaimed to him that that was mine and I heard the poor guy whisper under his breath, "Well damn..." Long story short, sorry uber guy for making your truck look like a hot wheels toy compared to mine. 🙃🚙💁🏼