People in hell might be getting their ice water

Growing up, whenever I said I needed something (that needed is supposed to have that child-like whining attached), the Guberif would look at me and say, "And people in hell need ice water." After that particular profound comment, he'd usually go snipe hunting or something of that sort. But anyway, it's sometimes hard to determine when you actually need something versus just needing something.

So, until about an hour ago, both my Studmuffin and I drove pieces of junk. Or so I thought--apparently my Subaru is in very good condition (according to a former Subaru dealer), even though you have to start it with a doorbell. However, Studmuffin's car--which, I might add, was 4 years newer than mine--was most likely on it's last legs. Let's just say there was a periodic and unidentified thumping going on.

Okay, so Studmuffin needs a new car. Now, he had been looking for cars for what I thought was abotu 5 months. Yesterday, I was informed by his friend that he had actually been looking for a new car for 6 years. Yes, 6 YEARS! He had started driving my (apparently bulletproof) car around and if something didn't happen, I would probably never see my car again.

When I first met Studmuffin, he had his heart set on a Rav4. Then he decided to test drive an Equinox at the world's worst car dealership and, in the midst of 2 hours of arguing with the salesmen, decided that he actually wanted a passenger car. Okay, so a passenger car it was. Then he decided that maybe a subaru would be good--not a bad choice since you are apparently safe from a nuclear holocaust if you are in a Subaru. Then he thought he might want something American. Finally, he decided he wanted a used Ford Taurus rental car.

Now, I don't know much about cars. I mean I didn't even know that my car was so good that God drives the same model. But even I was a little wary of this. I mentioned it at work and the Rochinator went crazy. Admittedly, that was pretty funny, but it didn't help my unease over the whole used rental car thing. I used to have a friend that would routinely try and wreck rental cars. Just because. And, sadly, I don't think he's the only one.

Once I found out about the 6 years and the fact that I might lose possession of the magic that is my car I realized something must change. A little tough love from myself and Studmuffin's friend and, lo and behold, I found myself at a car dealership with my Studmuffin.

And here's the thing. He bought a car. A new car. A cool new car. Yes, he got the Rav 4 he wanted in the first place. And it's beautiful, far more beautiful than my awesome car (but that's okay...I'm not sure I want people knowing how awesome my car is). Good for him!

Something to ponder:
"You can't have everything. Where would you put it?"
-Stephen Wright