Out of Step

I am the only person on the second floor of our building (which currently houses some of our management team and our engineering/development team) who does not drive a Honda. I am, of course, exaggerating a bit. But not really.

Moreover, we have a disproportionate number of red Honda Accords and Civics (some faded red at this point, as we all know people who drive their Hondas into the ground) in our company lot.

Thus, feeling left out (although I love my car, it is not a Honda), I decided to dress up as a Honda for Halloween. Unfortunately, due to a lot of fine print on the American Express gift card that was supposed to be the prize for “best costume” at the company Halloween party, no contest ensued. I surely would have won had there been one, though, and I take great pride in that.

Furthermore, it is very clear to me that I have finally earned the much deserved respect of our overwhelmingly Honda-driving engineers. All day long they’ve been walking by my desk saying “Awesome costume yesterday, KQ” and “I still laugh so hard I piss myself every time I think of you in that costume, KQ” and “You should really come over to our side and start coding, KQ” and stuff.

That last part is a lie. But a few of them did actually laugh yesterday. Everyone else just thought that my headlights were funny (no, not THAT kind of headlight. See below for reference, moron) until I got complaints that they were hurting people’s eyes.


The front-ish


The back (I actually thought my butt was way, way bigger than that- hooray!)


Detail of the headlights