Ok. Last week I killed my car. Slid 'er into a curb, and the damage was finally great enough that it would have cost more to fix than I'd see from reselling it. Sent 'er to the junkyard.
This weekend I was out buying cars, and I did my usual beforehand agony. I decided to focus on two cars, the Mazda3 and Toyota Corolla. Based on what I'd been led to believe was the usual length for a car loan, I opted to focus on the Corolla - blander styling and performance, but possibly more reliable, and definitely less expensive. Yesterday I test-drove one and put my name down it. Tonight, after a good day's skiing, I decided to torture myself by seeing just how much a similar Mazda would have cost.
20 bucks more a month, assuming the same length of loan.
So now, I'm what I think of as "Schroedingered" - surely you've heard by now of Schroedinger's cat. If not, it's a thought experiment involving a cat that, when put into a box with a mechanism that gives it a 50% chance of dying before the box is opened, enters an uncertain state in which it is both dead and alive. (Sidenote: This can't happen, due to large scale quantum effects, and is pretty evil besides. Poor kitty.) The point is, whether I buy a Toyota or a Mazda depends on one factor: whether I can get the same financing. And I won't know that until tomorrow. I feel like the cat.
Except not so much with the dying.