I’m a Bentley. So many people have named their children and dogs after me. I’m luminous and my history is rare. My heritage can be traced back to 1760 when my founders were commissioned to make carriages for the royal mail. I’m a little picky in my taste for design and quality of leather. I stand out from the others and I know it. When people come into the Bentley Rental service where I am parked, I have to give them some credit for having excellent taste. I’m known in the world as having, “Agility with luxury and power with silence.” With 90 years of history I know a quality when I see it. This applies to people that stop in to rent me. Some people don’t sit down on my seat very carefully. The other day I felt like faking a mechanical breakdown for the two days this client rented me.
He was texting and driving much of the time while he drove. I didn’t like his habit of drinking coffee either because he kept spilling it. I’d hate to see his house if he has no qualms about spilling coffee and food on the leather in a Bentley. I also think he wasn’t used to having a 600 horsepower machine to work with, such as I am. He revved the engine at every intersection and had to slam on the brakes too much for my liking. Truthfully I think his company paid for his rental so perhaps he didn’t appreciate the beautifully designed racing machine he was driving. He probably was used to more common car rental places but since his company was picking up the tab he got to drive in style. I’m glad he only had me for two days. I couldn’t handle anymore of that client. His taste in music was rubbish as well. He blared teenager top 20, pop hits the whole time. What self-respecting business man listens to that? If I had it my way the only station on my satellite radio station would be classical. He probably doesn’t admit his music taste to anyone. I’m also sure if he’s at the gym he listens to something more fitting just in case someone overhears him singing along to Avril Lavigne. But the worst thing by far that he did, aside from the texting and driving, was his habit of tailgating people. I felt like I could take a bite out of the rear bumpers of all the cars around me.
I know I sound a bit finicky and intolerant but I’m a British, quality machine. People that come to my Bentley rental company should appreciate me because after all, I’m a Bentley.