You did what???

We knew the day would come where Mr. B's car would die. It has been fading slowly. It made lots of noises, the window gets stuck, paint is fading, the acceleration is all weird. It was a good used car that he ran for 5 years, but the time had come. He spent time researching cars and calling dealerships around town. It was obvious that he really wanted a used BMW. He used to have one back in his single days in NYC. Once I saw the first car payment of over $800, I told him he had to sell it. My aunt bought it from him and a piece of his heart has been missing ever since. He had a cut out of a picture of a BMW hanging in our office, like a long lost friend. He found some used BMW's at a dealership in Phoenix so off we went to check them out. He has done so much for our family and although I nag about him quite a bit, he really is amazing. I felt that after driving that junky car for so long and having to drive the MV he really should get something that he enjoyed so I gave my blessing on a used BMW as long as it was less than $15,000. While I sat in the waiting area at the dealership, Mr. B test drove 3 that he liked and then did what he does best....negotiate the bottom line. I hate the back and forth part and just waited for him to figure it out. After over an hour of negotiations, he came over to show me where he got the numbers for 2 of the 3 that he liked. Both very close to what he wanted in price. We went outside and looked at them. One was a black 4 door. Practical, yet nice. The other was a blue convertible. Very nice, but not practical and it had too many previous owners for my liking. The convertible was actually several thousand dollars less that the 4 door because it was an older model. I finally told Mr. B that I was hungry and that since he was so close to the numbers that he wanted to be, that I was going to leave. I told him that it was his decision but that I prefer the black one. I told him to just pick one and drive himself home. With 4 kids we really don't have a lot of days to sit around in car dealerships wheeling and dealing with the sales people so it was now or never for him. I went home and started our 4th of July steaks on the grill and we all anxiously waited for him to surprise us with what he picked. A couple hours later, well after dark, he walked through the front door. "Which one did you get?" , I asked. "Both", he replied. "You did what?" I almost passed out. My legs got weak and my stomach turned. How could he do that? This must be a sick joke! Who buys 2 cars? This is not like buying 2 pairs of shoes, this is 2 CARS! I told him he needed to call the guy and explain that he made a very big mistake and that he would not be taking the convertible. The next morning he called only to be told, too bad so sad. I called my lawyer friend only to be told to read the contract. To make a very long and pitiful story short, we are now the owner of 2 BMW's. What the heck! I will be actively looking for a buyer for the convertible. It is real nice and I'm selling it for $11,500. Anybody interested? I send him to get a car and he brings home 2. That is the last time I do that. How does this stuff happen?