My next door neighbors just bought a Genuine Buddy 125 scooter. It’s cute and zippy and gets over 90 miles per gallon. And they let me drive it. Look. Just look at it:
How could I not want one now? I guess if I was my husband, I could avoid wanting one, safety nut that he is. But, me? Oh my. I want one. I want one really badly. And gas prices are giving my rationalization all kinds of ammunition.
Think. Just think of all the gas I could save! The carbon emissions! The money! We could be greener, more frugal, more fun, and way, way cooler…all by acquiring one of these beauties.
After all, living in Houston, we really can’t relocate to live within walking distance of my husband’s job, my school, and all the daily necessities. Vehicles are a necessary evil in this public transportation-less metropolis. But why do I have to burn 28 miles per gallon when I could be getting 92?
I keep thinking about the possibilities. I could zip over to the library to pick up a few books, then scoot down to the video store to drop off my DVDs. On my way home, I could drop by the grocery store to pick up a few ingredients for dinner. Or, on our date nights, we could scoot down to a gelato shop. Or we could buzz over to the park for a picnic. Or I could whiz over to a friend’s house at a moment’s notice. And I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about the gas. Oh, the possibilities!
Sure, it’s not as safe as a car. But I would counter that it’s safer than a bicycle. And we’ve certainly talked about bicycles before. I would never, ever drive it on a highway, and it doesn’t go fast enough for that anyway. I’m only talking about running errands or driving to school here. Maybe I could even convince J to drive it to work on days when I need to take a car.
Yes, I think I need one of these. Birthday present, anyone? Anyone? Please? <sad puppy eyes>
Now I’ll go mope through the rest of my day. Life is hard sometimes…
So what do you think? Utter stupidity? Or pure genius? (hint: “pure genius” will help build my case with my husband)