"...up until this incident I thought a Lamborghini was some kind of Italian sausage."
Hmmm ... ya might be onto somethin', there, Detective ribit. Maybe that is what she was so angry 'bout, eh? Could it be she thought she was gonna get some sausage and was disappointed when she found out she was just gettin' taken fer another ride?
The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence