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11 days agoI remember my father insisting on buying American brands for decades because he believed they were higher quality, only for him to get lemon after lemon after lemon.
I managed to crash the only decent American car we had, which was a Buick. Otherwise it was multiple Fords, Chevrolet, Cadillac, all constantly needing to be in the shop.
When my sister and I got our first cars, we didn’t have any good impressions of American car companies and both bought used Japanese because they were a lot cheaper. And then, had zero problems.
The next car my dad bought was a Subaru.
It’s interesting how embarrassment works. The cashier doesn’t actually care, and will probably not remember you even in the case that you meet again later.
There’s literally no reason not to do what you want to do, yet you can’t help but feel embarrassed and then do something that you wouldn’t do otherwise.