A few days ago, my parents have made the purchase of a luxury vehicle. I have nothing against luxury vehicles, except when it happens to be OUR luxury vehicle. See, we don't NEED a luxury vehicle. We don't have the kind of money to DRIVE a luxury vehicle. If we had 50K to spare, our bathroom could use a little freshening up. Pretty badly.
We're not luxury vehicle people. We can't afford to roll around town in a $50,000 metal shell. Not that we can't afford it, since we can, provided we live on Kraft Dinner for the next decade or so, but we don't have money lying around for that kind of shit.
We're not luxury vehicle people. We're more Toyota people. We look ridiculous when we hop into a luxury vehicle. My mom doesn't know how to drive the bloody car she bought. She wanted a manual car, for whatever reason. And she can't drive a manual car. She already has trouble driving and working the windshield wiper at the same time, let alone handle a speedbox. This afternoon, she had the brilliant idea to put the car in the garage. No idea why, though, since I pretty much thought she bought it to have it sit in the driveway and impress the neighbours. Anyway. So from the driveway to the garage (a 5-metre ride), she managed to stall the engine. Not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES!!
No idea who she's trying to impress, but I'm pretty sure they're laughing their asses off right now...