If My Body Were a Car

When I was in high school, I took a civics class from a local mayor. One of the exercises we did was to pass around an index card with our name on it, and everybody wrote what kind of car they thought we were. I didn't know what kind of car I was then (I was only seventeen!), but now I know; I'm a rusting minivan with peeling paint and a big rear end, able to carry lots of kids at one time. :)

Here's a related joke:

If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.

• My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as sleek as a little MG; now they look more like my grandfather's old Buick.
• My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging. Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Ben &Jerry's opened a shop in my neighborhood.
• Air bags? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course.
• I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places and seen many things, but when' s the last time an appraiser factored life experiences against depreciation?
• My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up close.
• My reaction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.
• My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
• I'm burning fuel at an inefficient rate.
• But here's the worst of it - almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter - I leak oil.

I'm so ready for a trade in! Anyone know where I can get a good deal?