I forgot that when I get into Hissy, her and my phone start sharing secrets.
She has her pride (she’s small and zippy) and there was no way Hissy was going to put up with that particular little slight.
As I’m loading a bit of stuff, Hissy starts taunting me, begging for more.
“I can handle it! I’m not even close to capacity! Bring it on!!”
“Is that all you’ve got? Is that the best that you can do? Hit me! Fill me up! Show me an actual freakin’ challenge!”
“Even with all of that I’m STILL small and zippy! Get that damn van out of here!”
She is Hissy.
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