I don’t know how long I planned to keep it from him, or exactly why I thought I needed to try, but this afternoon my boss found out that I own a car. It’s a little hard to hide something like that from someone when he parks right next to you on your way out to lunch. I guess I’m a little hesitant to tell people about the car because I didn’t pay for it myself. My parents bought it for me. It’s registered in my name, paperwork gets mailed to me, but my father is the one who wrote the check, paid in full and no financing. They even paid for my first six months of insurance — and would have paid for six more if Progressive had allowed us to do that. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a wonderful gift, and I love my parents dearly for their generosity, but I’m still a little embarrassed by it. I never thought I’d be one of those people whose parents bought them cars.