When I started trying to wean myself back out into the world -- wait, let me back up. I have a strong aversion to the idea of driving a large car. So much so that I hadn't ever driven an SUV or a truck and I had turned down (borderline hysterical) the opportunity to even sit behind the wheel of a Hummer. I had pre-paid for the car (Corolla) when I showed up at Budget and all they had had was a blue Rogue -- take it or leave it -- and I had made myself drive it.
This time I pre-paid (Corolla) and they tried to give me a Tesla.
ME: Well, first off, NO. NO WAY. And second, I'm going on a road trip and I don't even know anything about charging stations.
BUDGET: How about a small truck?
ME: I'm going on a road trip; I've got stuff; I can't just have it in the open bed of a truck; I need a trunk, or something.
BUDGET: well, the only thing I have that looks like a car are those Teslas.
ME (pointing to a giant Sherman tank of a car): What about THAT? Does THAT run on gas? Can I have THAT?
BUDGET: Yes. Yes you can.
That was how I talked my way into the extremely extremely large car.
