We spent over four hours at the dealership--with all three kids. Skittles, orange highlighter pens, and strolls around the showroom cubicles kept them entertained while we were swindled and re-swindled (no offense Rebecca and Jeremy) by two car salesman. Finally we left our Camry, got out with nearly the deal we had originally agreed to and came home with...a Dodge.
Now, I'm not one to define myself by the car I drive. But, if a car WERE to define me--this, would not be the means to that definition. I need something safe to take me and mine where we need to go. I don't what to pollute the environment any more than is necessary, and I don't want to sink fistfuls of cash into a machine that will eventually just die. So, we came home with...a Dodge.
My friend Kim, upon hearing the news, said, "A Dodge?" then, "Is it turquoise?" The sarcasm and mocking in her voice was palpable--but acceptable because she is a dear friend. I retorted, "at least when you come to visit we can all travel together"--perhaps not in style and with no extras whatsoever, but safely, together in our new silver...Dodge.
*To those reading, who happen to own such a fine vehicle, please don't take offense--this is a completely grateful-to-have-a-van-personal-to-me-rant. I can't tell you the peace and relief that have come with this purchase, but there, I just did.