Real Beauty

I drive a dark green, older-model Saturn named Darla. Though she is definitely not eye candy, and is beginning to show her age, she is a reliable girl and gets us where we need to go. Last night upon spotting her in the parking lot, I was tenderly surprised at how sleek and shiny she looked waiting there in the soft light of the overhead street lamp. Because her chassis is a common one, I quickly glanced at the license plate noting the "VXB" then immediately felt a pang of guilt hoping she didn't notice that just for an instance I doubted her beauty. With a wave of pride I thought, "Dang, I do drive a pretty good looking car!" and inserted my key into her door--only to find it wouldn't turn. I pulled back in alarm and sheepishly looked up, only to see Darla sitting a few cars over, graciously adorned with her dents and scratches, patiently waiting for me to get over myself and climb in so she could take me home.