Greta's so cute when she's happy.

Today I gave Greta a special treat.

(For those of you wondering, Greta is my Volkswagen.  Yes.  I named my car.  And yes.  I named her Greta.  Long story short, it had to be a German name and it had to rhyme with Jetta, so that didn't leave a lot of options.  Actually her full name is "Lorelei Greta Jetta" because she was like the folklore siren perched on the Lorelei rock of the Rhein, but that's another story).

So today after work I noticed Greta was about to be empty (actually, Greta kind of yelled at me, "I'M ABOUT TO BE EMPTY, YOU IDIOT!  DO YOU SEE THE LITTLE LIGHT THERE THAT LOOKS LIKE A GAS PUMP?!?  THAT MEANS FEED ME!"

So I pull into the gas station, and Greta's so empty I figure, "Why not give her a new kind of gasoline?  I've always given her regular, which is what her fuel door says to give her.  Let's treat her and give her PLUS. "

So I fill her up with plus.  I manage to squeeze 14.1 gallons into the tank (for those of you not familiar with the specs on a VW Jetta, the tank only holds 14.3 gallons).  Score!

And since she's gotten her new Plus fuel, Greta's running even better.  Quieter starts.  Smoother acceleration.  Better performance.  She's like Super Greta.  

I love Super Greta.