So I'm sitting at a stop light the other day, minding my own business, thinking about all the major problems that currently affect our society ("Why doesn't Chipotle have cheese dip?"). And that's when it happened: the front end of my Range Rover lifted up several inches, entirely on its own. It was at that moment I knew my warranty had just paid for itself.
For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, allow me to take you back to a column I wrote last July, shortly after I discovered that automotive retailer CarMax offers a six-year warranty on every used vehicle in its inventory. I took advantage of this brilliant policy in December 2012 to buy a used Range Rover, which is generally agreed to be one of the most fragile things on earth, sandwiched right up there between a Solo cup and Taylor Swift's heart.