Zack was excited to get the mail today because there was a little remote-control key. Wrapped around it was a big red flyer advertising a sale at some local Ford dealership. Note the big text:
So apparently you go to the dealership this weekend and walk around the lot pressing your key, hoping it works. But wait, there’s some small print at the bottom of the flyer:
Nice. You have to love fine print. In other words, if my remote unlocks the truck I might own it…



