So I drive a mini-van, and you know what? It's great. I love it. Granted, one of the doors doesn't open, the bumper is still smashed from when I backed into a dumpster and the A/C doesn't work, but I stand by my statement. My mini-van has been with me through some tough shit. It's seen McDonald's, Taco Bell, Buffalo Wild Wings and Sweetwater's Donuts in the wee-hours of the night more times than I can count. It's seen some of my angriest rants. It's hosted some of my wildest sing-along's. It's taken me across the state of Michigan and back more times than it should've been able to. Is it frustrating sometimes when there's only one parking spot left in the Cheesecake Factory lot and it's too tight? Yes, yes it is. Do I sometimes shed a tear or two while I'm filling up my tank? Maybe so. But you know what? We all have to make sacrifices for love. If you drive a mini-van, and have a heart, this one's for you.
Student LifeOct 22, 2017
12 Things You Know To Be True If You Drive A Mini-Van
Unleash your inner soccer mom, run all your errands in one trip, be on a poster for Costco. The possibilities are endless.
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