Today, I plan to add another toy to my garage. Excitement pumps through my veins as I pull into the dealership on Merle Hay Road. Unlike the two other times, today, I visit during business hours.

 I slide my fingers along the trunk, the driver’s door, and the hood. I pause in front to admire the sleek, little red sports car convertible.

“She’s a beauty,” a male voice calls, “isn’t she?”

“Nope. He’s an 18-year-old boy dressed in a tux on prom night. He’s ...