I spent the day in the time vortex… which is, the car dealer. Ok, seriously. I’ve said this a million times before, and yet, every time I go into the car dealer, I’m hopeful, and naive, in thinking that maybe I’ll get out of there in two hours or less, and yet, it never happens. Car dealers can take a tip from the fine people at a real estate/ mortgage lender’s office. I signed more paperwork in less time, when we bought our house.
We’re now the owners of a new Highlander, with fancy navigation, and bluetooth and all sorts of other gadgets, which make me feel stupid. Did you know that keys are now obsolete? I can’t start it with a key, no, it starts with a button. I feel like George Jetson, with his space car! And now that I’m moving up in the world, I can command my car to call my people, and tell me where the finest restaurants are (ok, the nearest restaurant, but still, jeeves, I’m hungry, find me something tasty), and watch the surprised look on the persons face AS I’m backing up over them. And I thought it was bad when I got the Volvo. That thing is archaic.
Which, speaking of my little Volvo. I’m going to miss that car, even though the move is only short, to the other side of the driveway, which is not in the garage. I hope she’s not too cold. But at least I’ll still get to drive it whenever I want. I may have to ease into it, because not only am I too stupid to operate this new fangled machine (seriously, it took me all night to realize that my touch screen software wasn’t defective, you just can’t call anyone in your contacts list while the car is in motion. I’m super smart!), but it’s only a six cylinder, versus the Volvo’s growls like a saucy minx of a V8, and that’s going to take a little getting used to.