“Goodbye always makes my throat hurt.” – Charlie Brown
(what are you talking about?)
"What do you want to do?"
The question hangs in the air while my brain runs through scenarios. The first things that come to mind are all the good times we've had. The way he makes me laugh. The feeling I get taking him out and about. His trustworthy ways. What is a few thousand dollars to keep those feelings going for a while longer?
I open my mouth but nothing happens. I'm at a loss for words.
Am I a bad owner if I say no to spending more money? Am I doing this for myself? What does he think? If only there were a way for him to tell me what's going on. I've heard about this guilty feeling before. At this point in my life I'm not going to be without a reliable companion on long journeys. I'm not sure if I'm ready for a replacement. All things come to an end, I know this.
"Can I have a day to think about it?" I ask.
When in doubt, stall. It's worked for me before. If I were my own prospect I'd ask, what do you think will be different tomorrow? I don't know, I'd say. I hope something changes. I know it won't.
This decision rattles around in my brain the entire evening. I'm distracted. Irritable.
This is when I hear a horrible noise coming from the furnace room. I investigate and find water coming out from inside the HVAC unit. This can't be good, I think.
I'm right. It's not good. The equipment is 20 years old, so I guess I'm getting a new one. As bad as this news is, it makes my other decision easier.
"Go ahead and do the repairs," I say. "Let's keep old man Big Blue going for another year. He's a good truck."
And that is why I decided to keep my beat up old truck for another year instead of getting a new one.
Why? What did you think I was talking about?
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