To The Teenager Who Said My Car Sucks

I was driving next to Walmart when some teenage girl in a Thrasher t-shirt screamed “your car sucks.” I had two thoughts: “at least I have a car” and “no crap.” So yeah, my car sucks. It’s a 2003 Mazda protégée, with a rusty hub-less back wheel and a kid stained interior. It smells like dude, and the steering wheel is perpetually sticky. But what makes …