I got to ride in what everyone was calling a luxury automobile, today. It had state of the art computerized systems. It would do assisted parking. It also signalled when you were too close to a car and it would slam on the brakes. They were demonstrating this space of the car, and I was about throw through the windshield. The driver was texting, and he told myself and others not to worry. I didn’t worry until the car suddenly slammed on the brakes. My seatbelt didn’t lock and my head hit the windshield. I was so glad that my body stopped before it hit too hard, but I still have a lump on my forehead. He apologized however told myself and others that the car can absolutely have its glitches. He also turned on the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C before both of us got moving. He wanted to demonstrate how well the climate control plan worked. He set the thermostat to seventy and told myself and others that the thermostat would stop the oil furnace from continuing to heat, long before it hit seventy and a single half degrees. When it was eighty degrees and the oil furnace was still ramping up, I asked him to turn it off, he had locked my window so I couldn’t put it down, and the heat was causing my asthma to kick in. He had to stop and turn off the car in order to stop the heater. As I got out of the car, he continued to smile and asked myself and others if I was interested in the car. He slapped his hand down on the hood and asked what I thought. I began to laugh hysterically as I held the bump on my head, waved at my overheated face, and the horn began to bleat loudly.