You must think that you are a riot. Ha. Ha. I am so not laughing at this twist of fate.
Due to increasing gas prices, we purchased a van to replace the Suburban-beast. And the van we could afford? A GMC Safari.
Ok, I think, ok, so it's a little boxy. Not fun or sexy.
Like driving a brick with wheels.
But I can get past all of that. For the sake of my wallet.
But I blithely ignored all the warning signs. The boxiness. The glaring lack of visual appeal.
I ignore the fact that it has a CD left in the player - it's the best loved songs of Bill and Gloria Gaither.
I ignore that it came with a handicap sticker.
But I cannot ignore the fact that I am a woman of average height and I have to stoop to see out of the windshield. Let me expound.
When I am one of the first 2 cars at a stoplight, I have to BEND DOWN to see if the light is changing. It appears that the optimal viewing height through this van's windshield is 1.5 inches above the steering wheel.
I am now the proud owner of a old lady car.
Turning in my Young Mom card for an Old Lady membership,