My car's name is George. I always call him that and me makes me smile when other people do it. The day he had to go to the dealership for a few hours so the keys could be reprogramed several people came up to the office to check up on him. It wasn't - 'Why isn't your car in the lot?' it was always - 'Where's George? Is he okay?'

A few days ago one of the warehouse guys had his car in the lot when I came back from work. As I walked towards the front door, he pointed at me and yelled to the others hanging around 'See? Her car is named George? MY car's name is The Pimp Master!!'