Mrs. W and I bought a car. It takes two days to buy a car. Yes, it does. It may take much longer than that to learn to use it, even though those days included a session with a computer techie, in-car instruction, which of course I didn't remember by the time the tires were rolling along the pavement.
So, they sent us home with Owner's and User's manuals totaling 556 pages, plus a twelve-page "quick guide." And. And a web address where further information and instruction may be obtained. Seriously? Yes, it is true.
I haven't read a 556 page book since Michener died.
All I really wanted was a reliable carriage with four wheels and luggage space sufficient to haul a few groceries for the spouse to drive to and from the market.
We didn't buy a car, we bought a computer with speakers, and lights, and bells and whistles. And I am notoriously inept with that technology.
But I suspect the Missus will soon enough be rolling merrily along, chatting with her new vehicle! Of course it talks.