She came into our lives like a whirlwind.
One minute, we were determining how we could downsize to one car - and all of a sudden we found ourselves breathing in the sweet smell of NEW. Her smooth leather caressing our legs, reassuring us that she would fulfill the longing. The longing for what we deserved.
We went out with her on Saturday night.
We found ourselves mesmerized. We couldn't wait to see her again on Monday.
On Tuesday, we finally asked her over.
Miss Infiniti. Sitting in OUR driveway. Reflecting the towering tree above her - challenging it to drop a single leaf onto her brilliant silver flashiness.
Bose stereo. Digital dash. Keyless entry. KEYLESS entry.
We would never let her be parked next to an unobservant vehicle threatening her with door dings. Eating in the car - no more! Pens/pencils would be forbidden. We would detail her with q-tips and scrub the rims with toothbrushes.
The payment would hurt. But who needs cable TV when you can stare at this work of art all day? And a little Ramen never hurt anyone. And when we can't afford her Premium gas, we can just sit in and lavish in her presence.
Wait. We won't be able to afford the gas? How much will that payment be again?
We took Miss Infiniti to our mechanic for an assessment. He warned that repairs would be costly.
Were we being clouded by her beauty? The way her name gracefully grazed our lips?
And darn that Dave Ramsey. Doing car research, we came upon his Free Car plan. No car payment might come in handy with this economy.
Alas, Miss Infiniti was looking more and more like Miss Take.
Thursday, Brian took a cold shower and gave her back to the dealer.
He spent the weekend washing and waxing our old cars. Then we filled them up with 87 grade gasoline and let ZZ eat a messy muffin in his car seat.
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