One of my unshakable prejudices is that people who drive SUVs are jerks and they should drive smaller cars, or take their bicycles, or ride public transportation. Anything but those big smelly gas guzzlers. I have been speaking out against them for, well, decades. (Okay it’s not the gas for many of those years I myself have driven a champion gas-guzzler but not an SUV, no way.)
So. I just bought one. Aaarrgh!
Actually it was a joint purchase. We got it because, um, my husband wanted it, but somehow it was made to sound like I needed it. And he will be driving the little car, since he has farther to go and should take the vehicle with better mileage, while I can actually walk to work.
Which I think I will be doing. Always.
So where’s the justice? Still…I agreed to it. (Buyer’s remorse, big time.)
The thing won’t even fit in my garage.
I know it’s a slippery slope. Someday soon I will find myself parking in a handicapped spot, just for a minute (cause I don’t fit anywhere else?), or taking my cats in to have them declawed…