New Car in the Lot

It's not worth it anymore, is it? All of it was for naught. They were just waiting in the wings for me to leave, and then they swooped in, and now I've been dethroned.

I'm talking, of course, about the gold Mustang in the O-House parking lot.

I don't know where it came from, whose it is, anything. All I know is that it wasn't here when my car was here. I have a lovely '04 Mustang, in the perfect shade of yellow - not that pale, sickly hue, nor the one that's browning towards orange. It's race car yellow. And, to save money, I didn't bring it down to school with me this semester.

And then, this joker comes in. There are very, very few cars you can put in gold without them looking cheap. You know what I mean, those four door non-descript cars in a faded gold that looks more like tan silver. This car is a bold gold, that doesn't even need to be shiny to look golden. And it's my exact make and model. Copycat, because I was the first. But now, no one will know, with that golden car sunning in the parking lot. At least, when I go home, I'll be the one with the cool yellow Mustang again.

...Unless the gold Mustang follows me home.