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.
