After driving through the dealership lots for the twentieth time over the weekend, today, I’m ready to purchase a new vehicle. I park my minivan near the building then make my way to the red Honda Pilot parked in the front row of the vehicle lot. I cup my hands at the sides of my face and put them against the glass to peer inside. I move from window to window, repeating the process.

I don’t need my minivan as I won’t be transporting Lidia and her friends every day. I want ...