My husband disagreed. I needed a new car and he didn’t like my choice.
I’d driven a fancy-schmancy two-seat sports car for 13 years. But with the birth of a grandchild, it was time for something more practical. A car with a back seat, four doors and fuel efficiency.
I wanted a Toyota Prius Hybrid. My husband, Phil, hated the idea. Not the perfect ride, he said, not enough get up and go in a tricky situation on the highway.
But I was firm. Like salt crystals under dripping balsamic vinegar, eventually he melted. I drove home my Prius one week before they were the subject of a major recall.