Today I almost bought another van.
It looked perfect: sleek, spacious and road-trip ready. The dealer casually mentions that he has to go unplug it. What?
My dad and I drove almost 3 hours to check it out, I didn’t know electric Ford Transits were a thing. Fussing with charging just is not something I want in my life, does that make me lazy?
So, I walked away.
Instead of a van, I got a day of laughs and snacks with my dad, who is always up for an adventure. Not a bad trade, really. Here’s to the next one.
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