As I left the shop in search of some lunch I was greeted by a great vision.
I looked very hard for the big bow and gift tag, but it seems that the car was not a present, and did in fact have an owner. I did toy with stealing it, but it was obviously loved and cherished as it looked as though it had just left the factory. Instead I took it as a sign that I would find my own soon, and noted how perfect it looked outside the shop. O Morris where art thou?