I have to be honest.
Yesterday when I bought my car, by the end of the 7 1/2 hour sales experience, I was done. Had enough, didn't care about a new car, wanted to go home, but still bought one anyway, finished. I would have been done 4 hours earlier, but Shawn didn't like the first car I was looking at (four cylinder instead of six), so we had to settle on a car (which the next question was color,) before we came home.
I wanted to give up, but eventually Shawn and I agreed on the black fusion, as seen below.
Today though, after I had dropped the kids of at daycare (day 2 and still surviving, I'll blog about it tomorrow), I jumped on the interstate, cruised at about 70 and cranked the stereo losing myself in traffic and music.
At that very moment I realized, it didn't matter if my car was black or if it was pink. If I could just, every once in a while, have those few, precious moments of complete alone time, driving in my car, then it was all worth it.
Wouldn't you agree?
1 comment:
Nice car! I know what you mean about alone time in the car. It's a rare thing indeed!
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