The missus was tired of her car and wanted a fresh one for the sake of it. I said NO, there's naff all wrong with what we have now, that will do. I was abroad on business when she called me saying there was a nice Fiesta that a friend was selling. I said "do nothing until I get home".
When I got home, the question was "what has happened to the good red one and why is there a green one in it's place?"
Well the green one went in for the test and the only thing it passed for was headlight alignment. Everything else on this car was broken or worn to excess.
Apparently this is all my fault. Perhaps a woman can enlighten me as to how one can come to such a ludicrous assumption.
I'm sorry but this really made me laugh. She totally disregarded everything you said and it's now your fault.
It's just the sort of thing I'd do. It makes sense to me.
I had a green car for 10 years and not so much as a scratch. It was lovely, a jimney, but the dogs grew out of it.
It was your fault because when she first said she wanted a new car, you should have said yes, then you would have been there while she was choosing it and she wouldn't have ended up with a pile of poo. be duly ashamed of yourself and buy your wife a decent car.