id like to meet the man with the worlds smallest fingers. id like to gently encompass his thimble thumbs in my -by comparison- otherworldly meat hooks and shake the maker of such fine craftsmanship. as it could be only he who could so nimbly and delicately place the headlight of a hyundai elantra in such a tight area as that. either that or the koreans have expertly trained ninja mice who install the bulbs with supremely deft agility and keebler elf like precision. how else could a bulb made of fucking glass and fishing line thick wire end up in a crevice so barely there, so unimaginably crafted from hard plastics and machined steel?
i only wish that when i was very young i could have forseen that i would one day be lucky enough to drive such a vehicle as this. i would have surely engaged in some forms of rigorous finger agility or knuckle acrobatics or drank less milk to stunt the calcium development in my soon to be girthy caucasion frame. damn my waspy heritage. white mans guilt is real. and it seems now that it is my burden to bear. oh woe.