Then he saw it. Nestled between a "Frequently Bought Together" recommendation for floor mats and a phone mount: a shiny, metallic-blue SUV with a "Buy Now" button. The Midnight Checkout

Leo sat on his worn-out sofa, scrolling past a collection of artisanal coffee pods and bulk-sized paper towels on his phone. His current car—a 2012 sedan that sounded like a blender full of gravel—had finally given up the ghost. The thought of spending his Saturday in a neon-lit dealership office, haggling over "rust protection" and "document fees," made his stomach turn.

"I've never seen anyone buy a car during a commercial break of a football game before," the manager joked as Leo signed the final "wet" signature required by state law. Within 30 minutes—roughly the time it takes to get a large pizza delivered—Leo was adjusting his mirrors in a car that smelled like a "New Car" air freshener rather than a decade of fast-food runs. The Amazonification of the Driveway

The next morning, Leo walked into the local dealership. Usually, this was the part where the "vultures" would circle. Instead, he was met by a concierge who already had his paperwork printed and the keys waiting.

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