Gotta walk the talk!

When you belong to a sign shop, being a naked white van is a total embarrassment. Other vehicles would come in and go out looking sleek and colorful - a vehicle makeover. And there I sat, day in and day out, watching, an outsider, plain, without flare. Then one day, I got a phone number and address on my doors. I held my breath and waited for what would come next. But days went by and nothing. Then I got a sign finder on window perf on my rear window. It was the most exciting day of my life! That high lasted a few weeks but when no more came, I felt only half dressed. And then I was pulled into the bay. Imagine! Me! In the bay! I got my flanks done and my hood. My social media QR codes. Look at me now! Walking the talk! I am SIGNARAMA!