Tuesday July 3 Cheating on our car

Me: I found another bus route! The first one I found was going to take an hour just in the bus, with a transfer in the middle. But this one is just one bus and only 31 minutes from bus stop to bus stop. I'd have to walk three blocks to get to the stop, but that's OK. I hate driving. I'd love to be able to read while someone else drives me to work.

Primo: I guess that's good.

Me: So we wouldn't need to buy another car! We could get by with what we have.*

Primo: I have to tell you something.

Me: What?

Primo: I looked at cars on a car website the other day. I looked at some cars I would consider buying.

Me: You don't love our cars. You're cheating on them.

* We actually do have two cars, but I am not allowed to drive the '65 Corvair. Not that I want to. Actually, Primo has never said I am not allowed to drive his antique car. He just gets very nervous any time I get within a yard of it. For a while, he didn't even want me to open the door. He would open it for me because he had to make sure it was done right. Then he had some repairs done and now I open my own doors. The Corvair is not good for everyday transportation, though, because it is a gas guzzler, it's not that safe, and it is rusting, which means driving it in the winter on salted roads is a no-go.