Welcome to the age of obsession. Everywhere you turn, it seems people are obsessed with something.
Cell phones. Gadgets. Clothes. Food. Computers. Costco.
(Okay, that last one is a personal downfall.)
Take cars, for example. There is this guy in our neighborhood who can only be described as an unrepentant “car junkie.” This guy’s car gleams. It is truly radiant. On sunny days his gold luxo-mobile reflects the sun’s rays like one of those mirrors they use to gather solar power out in the Mohave desert. Reports are that neighborhood children have been blinded by an errant glint off the high polish finish.
I, on the other hand, qualify more in the category of " car tolerant."