Sense and Sensibility

She’d given her car a personality, (didn’t everyone?), affectionately dubbing it the Milk Carton due to its boxy shape and because it was also white. It wasn’t a Porsche (her dream car), or a Ferrari by any means, a simple bottom of the range Jeep – her baby Jeep – but she had loved it and was now mourning its loss rather dramatically, like one would mourn the loss of a friend. Over reacting she knew but what was she after all, if not a little dramatic?

The Milk Carton had been gone a week and for now she was relegated to using the scooter or borrowing Mr She’s bright, shiny, sexy new beast as and when she could. The scooter was zippy and fun but was for fine weather only, rather limiting during this, the rainy season.

The new job had come with a car for work purposes so there really had not been any point having three vehicles kicking around, her Jeep used once a week at most on the weekends, so they had decided to swap the two for one … researching options although Mr She had already known what he wanted and now he finally had his pride and joy.

It’s just a car, she told herself and then wondered perhaps that it was not the physicality of the vehicle that she was mourning, but more the freedom it had given her and, for what she was coming to realise, that which she took for granted. The work car of course was available but it was extremely vanilla … not a car she would have ever chosen for herself – boring, plain, utterly and totally sensible. Not even worthy of a name, no personality.

She had to admit though, for all her complaining, that the new car was amazing, very sporty – hot and spicy in comparison, great to look at – with a warbly resonance that vibrated through her when she put her foot down. Instant power which provided a tingle and a giggle and, she feared, potentially a few future speeding tickets. The poor mans super car if you will.

Good financial sense they had said … but she’d never been sensible, even less so with money and now she was starting to wonder if the Milk Carton should have stayed.

She found herself wondering if perhaps a cute little Vespa might fill the void … secretly desiring a two wheel freedom provider, already researching matching leathers, helmet and ride. She figured she’d cut quite the dashing figure riding across the Peninsula on a bright yellow, funky, two wheeled vehicle of joy. She knew this was not going to happen. Mr She would never agree and she knew it was not the sensible choice. So, for now she had to say goodbye, settle for vanilla but know that she could have that taste every now and then of spice.