Apparently, you can only dodge so many bullets…
I’m cruising down the road, nestled in a big, comfortable leather seat. The car is extremely well appointed—it has all the modern gadgets and tech one would want—the ride is smooth…and I absolutely hate it. See, I’ve spent the better part of the past 20 years intentionally avoiding this car and everything it stands for and yet, ironically, it has now become part of the family stable, despite my best efforts. Where did I go wrong?!
