Is it because I’m female?  Is it because I was nice?  Or is it because I am like a button?  Hearing the word “cute” to describe me while growing up was about as welcome as nails scraping across a chalkboard.  Kitty knows what I’m talking about and even has the shirt to prove it.  In case you’re wondering, yes, I have the shirt too.  However, if cute saves me a couple bucks here and provides some free swag there, well, I think I could learn to embrace it a little.

We’ll have to see if this mystery discount comes into play while car shopping.  I certainly hope so.