commute

Our commute to work involves a car. It’s a 2007 Volkswagen Passat with leather interior and a moonroof. We paid less for it than you think. My husband and I were a great team at the negotiating table, because our “act” was, in fact, real. I, the somewhat whiny batter of eyelashes, pleaded with Jed while he, the conflicted adjuster of eyeglasses, silently contemplated. The salesman, the poker-faced maker of deals, made offer after offer after offer. He was determined to convince Jed to appease me - to sell us the damned car already.