We bought a new car today. We've never bought a new new car before. We decided it might be nice to get something we wear out ourselves instead of letting the first owner get the best miles out of it.
We already have a Honda Odyssey van, a very practical, family vehicle that you can haul lots of stuff and lots of people in. So we wanted something small for city driving that we could take for short trips, too, but nothing we'd head to Florida in. We didn't need bells and whistles, just decent gas mileage that didn't cost much.
We got a Scion XA. If you've heard bad things about it, please don't enlighten me. The line's been signed. It's salsa red and little.
The funny thing was the guy who wrote up the final documents looked like he could be Stephen Tompkinson's little brother. His hair was lighter and he had no widow's peak, and his nose was not at all English-looking, but the rest of him--weird resemblance. Tall, thick neck, paunch, little mouth, his eyes, and his right eyebrow kept shooting up into his forehead. He even sucked in his breath in a similar, throaty way. When we got home, I asked if anyone else noticed. Eric said he certainly hadn't, but Kelsey said yes right away.