Car for All Seasons
, in total James Bond mode, getting measured up for my new tux for the Miss Earth Pageant. As the tailor was putting on the finishing touches, he mumbled through closed lips that were holding clothing pins, “Any preferred accessory to cap off the tux?” I scanned myself up and down in the mirror, smiled, and said, “A five series would be perfect.” He looked at me like I had ordered my steak tartare well done then said, “I can give you a series of three buttons, but five is too many.” He was obviously not a car
