So, maybe I'm a worrier.
My mom's best friend growing up was a worrier too... she called her Wanda Worrywart. I quickly became Wanda, Jr.
I went through a phase convinced I was going to die young of a tragic terminal illness.
In college, I was told by a psychic, I would die young in a tragic transportation accident.
I'm a worrier by trade.
And I'm worried about becoming a new car owner tomorrow.
I haven't had a car at all since August 2001, when I sold the Probe after five great years together.
Can I handle the responsibility of a brand new car?
What if I wreck it on the way home from the dealership tomorrow?
What if I scratch it? Or run into a pole in the parking garage at work? Or back into a mailbox?