When I moved to Washington in 2008, I gave my Honda Civic to my dad. His car had just died and I didn't really need a car in the city. Sometimes I borrow it, which is really nice of him. It's the cheap, co-dependent, low-tech version of Zipcar.
Recently, my dad talked about maybe trading in the Civic and getting a sports car. This was very unlike him. A born saver, one of his favorite pastimes is to shop in the "cheap meat" section of the supermarket. "What a bargain," he always says about half-price, near-expiry-date deli meat.
But hey, he works so hard, he deserves a sports car if he wants one.
"What kind of sports car are you going to get?" I asked him.
"Well, I was thinking about a Honda Accord," he said.
That's more like it.
