The Prodigal's car

Since it was raining and my wiper blade is missing, I took the Prodigal's Ford Taurus shopping. I can say unequivocally that I will never, ever purchase a Taurus for myself. If by remote chance I should ever be gifted with one or win one in a contest, I would sell it sight unseen and definitely undriven.

The seat in its most upright position leans back at an uncomfortable angle. In order to compensate for the angle, I would have either had to lower the steering wheel - which would have caused it to rub on the top of my legs - or moved the seat further up - which would have caused my knees to bump the dash whenever I had to switch between the gas and the brake pedals. As it was, making turns was rather an interesting proposition since my arms weren't quite long enough to grasp the top of the steering wheel.

Ick!