Eric the Blue

I bought a car today. Gazing into the foreshortened future–maybe have to do it one more time, according to the actuarial charts. That’s fine. It was at a dealership, so you will understand that I was reminded of this:

I too passed on the sealant. It was around half way down the list of extras, about the time I said, “You know, I’m gonna pass on all of these.” The “finance manager” regarded me from on high. “Not your thing?” he asked.

I agreed that it was not my thing. Pretty obviously his thing.