I had the misfortune of working for the company. I had actually ordered a Spitfire on the employee scheme, as I liked the idea of the rag top. The promised delivery date came and went, so I started hassling. After a while the fleet manager phoned: "We know your Spitfire was built, but we can't find it anywhere. Would you like a TR7, we've got plently of those?"
There was a joke about British cars that you'd switch on the lights and the wipers would come on. So, in 2002, in an ill-advised fit of nostalgia and discovering that after 25 years I was still entitled to a staff discount, I bought a new MG. First time I took it out at night, I switched on the lights and the wipers started up.