Me: What's the worst thing that could happen if you can't sell your [27 year old, starting to rust and shouldn't be driven in the winter any more] car for the asking price?
SH: I don't know.
The engine. With the battery that didn't work on Monday when SH was supposed to get his hair cut. I was at the gym with the other car and couldn't get home in time for him to make his appointment. He had the double stress of having sloppy hair and having showered for naught.
Me: If you can only get $1,000 for it instead of $2,000, is that the end of the world?
SH: No, I suppose not.
Me: What if you could get only $500 for it? Would that keep us from being able to afford a new car?
Me: If nobody wanted to buy it, we could always donate it to a high school shop class.
Yes, it's illegal not to have a front plate, but SH refuses to mar the bumper by drilling holes. Besides, I am the only one who ever gets stopped for that sort of thing.
Me: But we'd get a tax deduction and you wouldn't have to go through the hassle of selling it.
SH: You don't understand. I want someone who will love this car as much as I do.