I bought a new car.

I didn’t mean to. It just happened.

Mr C: So, which one would you have if you were going to get one?

Me: Dunno. I don’t need a new car.

Mr C: Hypothetically speaking.

Me: I don’t need a new car.

Mr C: Do you like this one?

Me: It’s okay.

Mr C: Let’s sit in it.

Me: Why?

Mr C: Just sit in it and see what you think.

Me: I’m not going to sit in it, I don’t need a new… oh, that’s comfy.

Mr C: See? It’s nice, isn’t it?

Me: Yes.

Mr C: Why don’t you buy it?

Me: At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I don’t need a new car.

Mr C: Let’s go for a test drive.

Me: What’s the point?

The longer I sat there, the more comfortable I was, playing with the adjustable steering wheel and the many radio buttons. I agreed to a test drive.

Me: Oh. My. God. Power steering.

Mr C: I know. You can really feel the difference, can’t you?

Me: Yes.

Mr C: Why don’t you buy it?

Me: I.. um… I don’t really… well, I suppose… no… I don’t need a new car.

As you can see, I have absolutely no will power whatsoever, and I can quite easily be talked into buying things, especially when they are shiny and almost brand new. You can read about the plus and minus points in my next post, but for now, I’ll leave you with four short words that are all you need to know.

It has power steering.