"You can have the minivan or the truck...or the Corolla - wait, nope, that's taken...well, there's this Cube. Do you want that? It drives well."
We stared at our options. I refuse to drive a minivan, for any reason...ever. So that was out. The truck was big and since we weren't on our home turf - today it was Denver - we figured that a giant vehicle wouldn't be wise.
My ten year old self whined in my head (at least I hope I didn't say it out loud), "Seriously, do we have to? Really?"
But there were no other options. As we accepted the vehicle, a worker exiting it exclaimed, "Going for the happy meal, huh?" Nice.
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