"Are you excited?" the well-meaning car salesman asked as we arrived to collect our new car. For heaven's sake, it's a car. It should get us places reliably. It's red. Nice. The old one is 10 years old. The new one will have depreciated the moment we drive it away. The old one is comfortable. All the scratches were mine, so no big deal about adding a few more.
"Got to treat yourself occasionally," he followed up with. Nup. A treat is nice cheese or a good book. I just don't feel cars are like that. Glad to have one that has safety features and is comfortable - and did I mention red?