there's an auto body shop down the street called "picasso auto body" and i cant help but think what a horrible name for an auto body shop cus the last thing you want someone getting all "picasso" with is your car. you go to pick it up and there is your rear view mirror on the tail light, the tire is now the steering wheel, everything's a mess.....he's got this italian accent "it's a work of art, you don't appreciate beauty and art, stupid americans!!!".....you are upset, you get in the car and sit on the sofa, which has now replaced the two front seats and head home....i don't know where i'm going with this....oh well