As we neared the end of the three-year lease on our car, my husband and I realized we needed to get a move on and start looking for a new car. Knowing it was a daunting task, we made a plan to divvy up the responsibilities. We decided that he would focus on the technical issues and specifications, and I would concentrate on the appearance, comfort and functionality. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but once we actually got going, I realized I was going to have a tough time making a choice. And after visiting four car dealerships in one day, I was really, really confused.

As we neared the end of the three-year lease on our car, my husband and I realized we needed to get a move on and start looking for a new car. Knowing it was a daunting task, we made a plan to divvy up the responsibilities. We decided that he would focus on the technical issues and specifications, and I would concentrate on the appearance, comfort and functionality. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but once we actually got going, I realized I was going to have a tough time making a choice. And after visiting four car dealerships in one day, I was really, really confused.

"So what do you think?" my husband finally asked when we got to the coffee shop to go over our impressions.

"Well, I really liked the color of the first one and I thought the trim work was really nice. But it was pretty narrow and I felt kind of claustrophobic inside," I began.

"OK, that's good input," he agreed.

"The second one was pretty bland," I continued. "It was beige everywhere and just didn't seem that inspired."

"That's not a problem. We can change that," he said.

"Really?" I said with surprise.

"Of course," he nodded. "When you buy a car there, you choose the color."

"Wow, that's pretty cool," I remarked. "I didn't realize that."

He nodded. "How about number three?"

"I hated that one. It smelled awful," I said, wrinkling my nose.

"I guess the last person who was in there stunk it up," he remarked. "But don't let that sway you."

"I know it shouldn't. But it was hard to focus on the rest of the features. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible."

"I get that," he said, taking a sip of his coffee. "And what about the last one?"

"I really loved that one. It reminded me of what we have at home," I said.

"Which part?"

"Well, the paint color is the same and the tiles are very similar to ours."

He gave me a blank stare. "Huh?"

"Of course, we don't have three sinks in our bathroom," I continued, "but it felt very homey for a car dealership."

My husband put his coffee down and took my hand.

"Honey, what are you talking about?" he asked gently.

"What do you mean, what am I talking about? I'm talking about the bathrooms at the car dealerships."

He looked at me with abject disbelief.

"You are comparing the bathrooms at the car dealerships?" he asked.

"Yes, what did you think I was comparing?"

"The CARS."

"Why would I compare the cars?" I wondered.

"Why would you compare the bathrooms?" he demanded.

"Well, they offered me coffee at each car dealership, so at each car dealership, I had to go to the bathroom. I guess I got confused and forgot what I was there to compare."

He sighed. "OK. I guess I kind of understand that. So let's start over. What did you think of the cars?"

I stared at him. "What cars?"

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