My girlfriend had to take her car to get repaired after a deer decided she did not need a driver’s side mirror anymore. The shop is holding the car overnight so she was provided with a rental car. A Prius, to be exact. She was not happy about it.
As she pulled into the driveway, I tried to hold back the smirk that was inching across my face. As soon as the car comes to a stop, she rushes out of it like she is shedding off a set of sweaty, uncomfortable clothes.
Girlfriend: I FUCKING HATE THIS CAR.
ME: Well, um, besides the fact that its a Prius, what in particular do you hate about it?
GF: The braking. Oh my God. Its spongy one second, then it grabs super hard. There is no in-between. And it handles like a Grandma’s car.
ME: Okay, how does it accelerate?
GF: Bad. Like, it is sooo slow.
ME: What about from a stop? Doesn't the electric motor have some grunt when taking off from a complete stop?
GF: What? No. Its just slow. Everything about it is slow.
ME: So, um, I guess the most important question is did anyone downshift next to you?
GF: ... no they did not. Fuck you.
So there you go. The Toyota Prius is not angry girlfriend approved.