Mom asks me one night if I want to go car shopping. Not being able to think of anything better to do, I agree to.

“Remember,” she says, “looking doesn’t have to mean buying.” This coming from the queen of impulse buying.

“I know,” I reply.

So we walk on the lot and don’t see much of anything within the range I’m able to pay with the insurance payout. I had somewhat planned to buy from an individual not a dealership. Well, Sean, our helpful representative, takes us under his wing to help us find the perfect care for me.

And he did.

I was amazed.

The car I crashed in Wyoming was a 2001 Honda Accord LX. The car I drove off the lot that night is a 2001 Honda Accord EX. I upgraded an X. The only drawback is that my dearly beloved had 6 cylinders and my new one has a mere 4. I can feel the difference but apparently it’ll save on gas mileage. That’s what Sean said, at least.

Same color. Same 4 doors. Same car. Now I have a sunroof, a 5 disc changer (which I’ll never figure out how to use), keyless entry, etc.

I was disappointed that I didn’t get to shop longer but when fate deals you a hand, you take it.