Found a Pontiac Vibe in my price range that apparently WASN'T a rental, and will schlep out to look at it tomorrow. And the Altima on the lot next to it. If neither of these proves feasible, then I will become deeply depressed, come back to Pittsboro, test drive one of the ex-rental cars, wonder if I'm making a horrible mistake even looking at it, come home and go heavily to the bottle. I will do all of this with a seven year old in tow (except for the bit about the bottle) because it's a teacher work day tomorrow and this is the price of Kevin driving me around.
I think my problem is that I don't like cars. I mean, I don't dislike them, but it's a thing that gets me from point A to point B, not an object of passion. I do not feel the thrill of driving which some friends profess to have. I have never loved a car. I felt a vague affection for my Nissan, which affection died today at approximately 3 pm Eastern. I have never drooled over a car. I think old Beetles are cute, but I think llamas are cute too--it doesn't make me want to buy one.
Buying a new car does not thrill me. It's just a horrible amount of money I have to lay out for something that I then fear will break. It is an opportunity for me to be both foolish AND unlucky. There is no joy in this process.
May Ganesh look favorably upon my shopping, and spare me from the wickedness of salesmen.