What's that? You want more money?

I hit another button I hadn't hit yet.

This time, somebody spoke back to me. The voice took over every speaker in the car.

"Hello, Mr. Walker, how are we doing this afternoon?" I heard.

"I'm doing very well, thanks."

With that, my relationship with OnStar began.

We'd flirted before when I first got a glimpse of you in Inga, but the fun ended almost immediately. This time, you were playing for keeps.

"Safe and Sound" for a year. Diagnostics by e-mail monthly. Free minutes for talking? Got those, too.

"We can get you even more," the voice whispered, egging me on.

"More minutes?" I asked.

"Yes. A hundred more."

"Thanks."

"It's usually $39.95, but today, I'll give it to you for $14.95. What credit card would you like that on?"

It was like being surprised by a hooker in a back alley. I wanted no part.

"You know, I only came down here to move my car. My wallet's still upstairs."

"I can wait."

I like aggressive, but damn.

I left my car with everything I'd been given at the dealership last Friday. The 100 minutes were not to be. I pay enough already. What do you want from me?

I think I like you just the way you are...