Oh, Poop Van… I know I’ve mistreated you…. kicked you, smacked your steering wheel… refused to wash you… waited too long to feed you gas, or fill your tires… I’ve carted heavy loads in you, filled you with people, left your windows down in a rainstorm… but I never wanted this to happen.  Why, Poop Van, why?  When my own Little Red is on the waiting list for repair, why do you have to do this to me?