“Oooh! I’m so sorry,” I said to my car, Isabella Rossellini di Fiat (“Rosie” for short), when I hit a pothole, patting her dashboard to further emphasize my remorse. Rosie took it like a champ, but I was still apologetic. I didn’t see it, and that’s my job.
It’s a silly reaction to give to a machine, I know. But Papa, my truck-driving granddad, taught m…
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