lousy car
Forget The Engine. How’s The Radio?
by
Jim Shahin
“I can’t, either,” Jessica said.
Dutifully, we turned in the car and said our goodbyes to it.
Just as dutifully, we took the competing car, the new sedan, for a spin. It was fine. Nice ride. Nice seats. Nice sound. Jessica loved that it rode well and would likely provide us years of shop-free driving. But for me something wasn’t quite right, not after hearing the magnificent sound in that lousy car.
This was not a popular position to take.
Jessica melted down. “That’s it!” she fumed. “You want to keep looking for a car? Fine. But leave me out of it!”
Let me clarify. When Jessica says “leave me out of it,” she really means “You’ve done it now.”
Prudently, Lana stayed silent in the back seat.
Sometimes, a miracle happens. In this case, the miracle was the Internet. One night while scouring cyberspace for cars, we found the same model wagon at a different dealer. We went there the next morning, found it to be in good working order, and bought it. On the way home, I blasted the stereo.
Let me clarify. When I say “blasted,” I mean Jessica admonished that I might blow the speakers.
Ahhhh, harmony.
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