Don't you hate it when you think you're hugely exaggerating the extent to which the world can be deliberately unpleasant to you, and suddenly realise you're not?

Driving back from dropping my car off at the garage at lunchtime: ‘Yuck,’ I thought, ‘is there some rule that says when a garage lends you a courtesy car it has to be horrible?’

Moments later, I realised that there probably is! At least, it certainly seems to me that it's in a garage's interests never to give you a courtesy car which you'd rather have than your own. This realisation entirely failed to cheer me up noticeably.

(I'm also now curious to know what a garage does if you come in needing repairs to an absolutely bottom-of-the-range vehicle.)