There are not a ton of activities on this planet I truly detest. However, residing at the top of this short list is shopping for a new vehicle. I absolutely fucking hate it.
Here’s the real rub in the situation: my husband loves it. He is like a caveman hunter trying to take down a mammoth. Every ounce of his testosterone bubbles to the surface when he is on the hunt for a new car. It exhausts me, yet I would never do it without him. I would be lost and get hosed in the process. I’m totally incompetent in this arena.
We have narrowed it down to two cars. Both are Subaru wagons—one is just slightly larger. I like the small one, but I’m five feet tall. My husband prefers the larger of the two. Understandably so, he is 6 feet 2 inches tall. It is my car, but it is also the car we will use for road trips. So, I want the hubs to be comfortable.
We recently took both for a test drive and really liked each of them. Again, it really just comes down to comfort…and of course, price. The price difference between the two is significant.
I am not the kind of person who only drives a car for a few years and then trades it in for a new model. I’m driving this fucker till the wheels fall off. At 52, I feel I only have two more cars left in me before my daughter needs to take my keys away. So, I want what I want. And I want my husband to not bitch about lack of legroom and other general discomfort due to his height.
It really is a tough call. We are running numbers and options now. I just want it over. Brett wants a deal. I hope we have a winner in the next week or so. If this drags on too long, my alcohol intake may increase. Let’s face it, it is already the holidays, so that is probably going to happen anyway.
I understand this is a first-world problem. I should not be bitching or it should not be wearing me down to the extent it is. However, my anxiety takes over and I just want it done. Then there is learning a new car, but that is a whole other story. Cars are just so fancy now!
I’m extremely grateful that I can hand down my old car, which is in great shape, to my daughter and get a new one for myself. I just wish the process didn’t make me want to throw myself into traffic. I’m glad my husband experiences enough joy in the thrill of the hunt for both of us. Long live my caveman warrior and whichever Subaru he spears.
Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
