Stopped by Starbucks this morning. Pulled up to drive-thru window and the barista asks, "OMG, are you driving a Miata?" I nod in response. She begins jumping with joy and says, "OMFG it's a freaking Miata! John, look! He's driving a Miata! You can make the headlights pop up right?!" I proceed to pop up the headlights to spur further joy. She exclaims, "Oh my gossshhhh, oh my gosh! I'm so sorry I'm freaking out! Here's your coffee have a great day!"
Hell yah, GenZ.
The shitbox version
Yesterday while in line at Starbucks, the barista asked me "OMFG, are those Miata foglights?" Now I drive an early '00s shitbox ford that had some parts bin compatability with some Mazdas, so I nod like the non-verbal 'tist that I am. She starts jumping for joy and says "OMG John it's a shitbox with miata parts compatibility! Can you turn the foglights on?" I said they haven't worked since 2008. She starts freaking out "oh my gosssssssh oh my gosh oh my gosh here's your venti soy iced latte with exactly four ice cubes."
Hell ya, GenZ
