There once was a human in the city of humans that went by the name of Beta. Beta was paid a very low wage and could not afford a house or to rent near the place that paid this low wage. With poor mass transit and extremes of weather in the city of humans, Beta needed a means of personal conveyance to keep that low wage job. Beta borrowed a bicycle but found the bad weather, steep hills, traffic and workout-like peddle-sweat made it very impractical. Beta was concerned about the environment and climate change and wished not to increase greenhouse gas emissions. Most humans in the city of humans traveled in self-propelled vehicles, so Beta shopped for that. A period of grand ignorance at which time many humans had purchased huge, fuel gulping, fume spewing vehicles that came to be known as XYZ’s had slowly been coming to a close. Fuel prices had spiked and they traded their XYZ’s for the latest technology and more practical fuel saving vehicles. Vehicle manufacturers were delighted even though new fuel standards forced them to retool. There was plenty of profit to be made.
Beta looked and looked and looked again. The new technologies were far too expensive for a human with a low wage job. Beta finally settled on a used XYZ and devoted most of those low wages to keep it fueled and running. Many of the humans and even Beta’s best friends that were concerned about the environment now made fun of Beta and the XYZ. Depressed, Beta finally pulled the trigger. The note read, “Don’t judge me until you’ve driven a mile in my XYZ.”