I got an e-mail from my VW dealer the other day. They reminded me that: "Our records indicate that your 240,000-mile service is now due." (Now, I don't believe there is such a thing, but that's beside the point.)
Then they went on: "We love your 1998 Volkswagen Jetta TDI as much as you do and we are committed to giving you the best service possible."
Okay, do I love my Jetta? Well, possibly. I've been driving it for twelve years now. I know it so well that the brake and the gas pedal are like extensions of my body (kind of like Paul Newman in The Hustler).
Now, does my VW dealer "love my Jetta as much as I do"? I don't know what their definition of love is, but it's a new one on me.
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