There are moments in a man's life when he comes to great realizations about his existence. Moments when a great self-truth crystallizes in his mind.
Last week I got into a car accident. (Short story: I was at fault. I slid on ice. It was the old car.) I took my car in for an estimate today, and they needed to keep it overnight before they could give me the full estimate. In the meantime, they offered to give me a rental car for the day.
As it turns out, Hertz was very low on vehicles and had just two available when I got there. My choice was stark: Would I go with the sleek and stylish Ford Mustang or the functional yet boxy Toyota Sienna? The rental guy picked me up to take me back to the agency in the Mustang. It was all I could do to stuff the car seat in the back seat, let alone get it installed.
Needless to say, tonight I am the proud driver of a minivan.
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Dork.
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