Trading up
Which school of economic thought preaches that we should spend our way through a recession? How about a depression? I really don’t need to know. After all, when my money is gone, even the school of thought isn’t going to bail me out. Unlike the banks….
It doesn’t matter; we’re programmed to spend. Part of the heritage from our forebears, according to one of my courses from long ago. Can’t remember what course, but that’s due to all the living I’ve done since. Anyhow, a few years early and a few dollars short, we’re changing cars.
I got the call when I came home from work. “Prepare yourself for some shopping. I’m coming to get you”. With a new rig, just to throw me off. I had no idea who owned the strange car in the driveway (not me!). And so, like a poorly trained child, I climbed in the passenger seat and went for a ride. Strange ride, with a known driver.
Off to the local dealership, where the vendor was waiting, with open arms. He knew we were ready, even if we didn’t. The fix was in: new car smell, fancy options, packaged deals. Heck, there was even a camera to see while backing up (Thank you, O Deity!) And so we started the dance. What would we like to have? Was there a preferred colour? What about our future travel plans? A free undercoating with the package?
I told you; we were easy prey. And so after four hours of talk, touring the lot, checking the state of the nation’s finances and wink and a smile, we’ve signed on for something Olympian. Newer, faster, larger… Skyscrapers optional.
