My second wife, who I affectionately called "Demon" decided she want a new Thunderbird. It had to be black with tan interior, moon roof, all the latest stuff, and raised whitewall lettering on the tires. I ordered it. Right before delivery the salesman called and said they got everything right but at the time Ford did not offer raised whitewall letters on the tires. Demon threw a fit. She wanted her raised whitewall lettered tires. The T-Bird was still a few weeks away from delivery. I came home one evening and saw a perfectly good pile of ladies clothes on the bed and asked her why they were there. Her reply was "they are no longer in style" and I'm donating them to Goodwill. I remembered paying a lot of money for those unstylish clothes. The car was delivered to the dealership and we went to pick it up. It was a really nice car sans the raised white letters on the tires. She was getting ready to get cranked up about the tires and asked me where the raised white letters were. I told her you can't have them without buying a whole new set of tires costing a lot of extra money. "then do it" she said. I told her I couldn't and she asked why. I told her they were out of style. "Well why didn't you just tell me"? She drove the car off the lot and we lived happily ever after....until the divorce.