We are now the proud owners of a minivan. Proud probably isn’t the right word exactly. I’m happy that we got the model we wanted, at the price we wanted (I even haggled them down two grand), with the features we wanted and without the ones we didn’t (automatic doors are the dumbest things ever – they’re slower than elevator doors and you can’t “unlock” them to make them fly free).\
And we got it just in time for Jen’s parents to come out. Now we’ve got room for everyone, and I do mean everyone. Y’all wanna go for a minivan ride?\
This car confirms our predilection towards white cars. This was a complete accident. I found one vehicle that met our criteria, and it just happens to be white… just like the last two cars we bought. They were coincidences as well. Or were they? You decide!
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I think it’s a subconscious thing, the white cars I mean. It’s some sort of Freudian defense mechanism. Deep down you want to blend in and be bland and dull. Next you’ll eating boiled beef with no seasonings and plain white Wonder bread, just because you find it’s lack of substance soothing.