Here is Gary pondering breakfast out:
"What should I get...hmm...eggs? No, I feel like waffles. No! Oatmeal! Oatmeal sounds great."
Then the waitress arrives.
"The Light Egg white omelet with sausage and a side of bacon. And a bowl of cheese. And a side of salt pork."
It's divergent decision-making in action. I mention this because Gary is shopping for a new car. He has narrowed it down to:
A Nissan Z
A Honda Si
(And he's still considering the Honda Grand Mal, but they are hard to find.)
So we trolled the car lots tonight. There were no Hummers to test drive. I think he was just saying that to test the level of dickishness I will tolerate. I said nothing, so he sat in a red Mazda Miata. He crawled in and took the Boulevard of Broken Ribs off to East Cliche, on a direct route to his Midlife Crisis. Thankfully, he got out and realized Miatas are red because then the blood doesn't show.
But then, we realized that since we tend to keep cars until they invent new car audio systems, we need to get a sports car this time around if we want to drive it to work instead of the nursing home. That's when the Z came in. It felt good. It was two years old with 20,000 miles. It was in our price range.
But, we didn't buy it. Given the number of two-year old Zs on that lot, we can take our time. We still have to test a Prius ("Huge behemoth car!") and drive an Si. And then he will buy a Suburban or some other off-the-wall thing.
If they put Suburbans by the cash registers at Bob Evans I bet we'd have one.