As it turns out the insurance company decided that The Mr.'s car was a total wreck after all. And it only took them about 3 weeks to determine this.
All I wanted to say was, "Well, duh. Anything going 50 mph that smacks into a large animal is not going to fare well."
Or something like that. My guess is that cursing was used after the, "Well, duh" part of that statement.
Now, I do not know if everyone's insurance is like this, but ours is: We only get 75% of whatever value they place on the vehicle.
And 75% of diddly-squat equals squat.
I used to teach math.
So now we needed to figure out what to do, and how best to do it.
The original plan, before Bambi decided to commit suicide that is, was that The Mr. would keep his car for another year or so and then get himself something really nice, which made sense; not to mention he deserves to get exactly what he wants. And even though I have been having some problems getting in and out of the truck, I would keep driving it.
I mean, it is not like I go out that much anyway.
And what made the most financial sense was that he would drive the truck for a year, or so, and we would find some used car for me.
In theory this should work.
In reality it did not.
At first we had a base price of what we wanted to spend. That got shot out of the water real fast.
So we raised the amount of money we would spend.
This gave us more options, but, from the selection available at various dealers, was dismal at best.
Unless we were willing to buy something with a lot of miles on it.
So we upped the ante again, which offered more vehicles.
But then I did some research and discovered that a certain used vehicle's price was not much less than a new one.
I presented this information to The Mr., who also went, "Hmm," and we decided to check out the new vehicles.
Now, I have been driving the truck for over 17 years and it is as basic as I could get at the time. You see, I am not one of those people who want, or need all of the bells and whistles. In fact, the less the better.
My motto is, Keep It Simple.
But as I would soon learn, this is not an option anymore.
At least when it comes to vehicles.
So off to the dealer we went.
Where I would soon learn that in order to get the few things that I really need and want I must also get about 350 other things, that I neither need nor want.
Keep it simple? Not going to happen.
And what was worse, most of those 350 other things are about as technical as you can get.
As a reminder, technology and I do not get along at all.
Not to mention all of that stuff jacks up the price of the vehicle.
By that time The Mr. was holding on to that checkbook for all he was worth, but it was soon going to get worse.
All I can say is that the sound that The Mr. made, when he realized that we were doomed, was akin to the sound a small dog makes when you step on it.
In the end I did not get the original vehicle I had in mind as I had trouble getting in and out of it, but something a little larger; even though doing so requires some technical knowledge.
And do not get me started on the fact that there is no CD player in it!