My new car has thousands of axles.
It also allows me to share space with sweet old ladies who stare at me for up to five minutes at a time, a group of chaperoned developmentally disabled adults who enjoy exploring their nasal cavities while lolling their heads back to look out the window backwards, young men with approximately 12 plastic grocery bags packed with purchases (and no seat), and cocky financial types, all dressed in identical khakis and black leather jackets, chatting about deals and mergers and acquisitions.
And that's just this morning.
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