The Powerful Mom 5 (the Sons' nickname for my trusty and fabulous minivan) needs new tires and front brakes. I sat at the shop for 2.5 hours yesterday while they worked on the brakes, and came home without my car...because they neglected to tell me that the tires I need were not available.
Fortunately I had plenty of work I could do in the customer lounge. I also flipped through a People magazine (do people actually subscribe to that crap?)
They sent me home with a loaner: a Dodge Caliber.
It is miniscule. It comes up to my shoulder, I think, and I have to be careful not to bang my knees when I get in. Good thing I am short. Hubby could not fit in that car, I am sure.
It seats 4, however, so let's just say it's a good thing I didn't have plans to take the family anywhere last night.
The other weird thing? I am low to the road, which I kind of like, but it makes big trucks loom pretty darn large. Some guy cut a corner in front of me last night and I felt like a mouse waiting to see if the elephant's foot was going to miss me.