A slightly depressed-looking office worker comes across a gorgeous woman bending over in the street. He stops to stare, then grows bashful when caught. She slaps him, then caresses him. Why are women so confusing? She speaks softly to him in Italian (translation, anyone?) and then spills some of his latte foam on her chest. (Really, guys? Really?) But it turns out that she’s not a beautiful woman … she’s a car. Because beautiful cars are like beautiful women — free to be objectified by men.