Way back in the early 60s my uncle drove up from Florida in an Issetta to visit us in Middle Village in NY. He did things like sail across the Atlantic by hiself, knew he was cool, my introduction to alternatives.
Spent good chunks of my life living overseas according to my kids (downtown is where people talk funny) folks drive something much smaller than my first street driver a 64 Chevy Biscayne wagon three speed on the column cable operated overdrive. It did have heat. Small bore machines still always peaked my interest. Saw my first smart in 1998 in Germany and it got a spot in the garage in my heart that would probably look like Leno's "if" I had the bucks.
Retired now children grown having children of there own. The whole posse consists of my wife and I 99% of the time. (military retirement means you are free to seek employment to support yourself) both commuting to work a short distance from home. Lots of time spent alone at the wheel not hauling much more than a grocery bag. My spouse a Rowan Atkinson fan always loved the Minis that played a role in his Mr. Bean character.
Fast forward to: put a deposit on on a new smart car oh yes. New shiny don't have to shift yourself heated leather AC that was enough for her. I thought well should be fun for me as well with the paddles and such. Why not. Then the waiting started. again this time with a fuzzy end date...
My biggest worry at this point was that the dealer would charge some ridiculous (the local Honda store calls it market adjustment) surcharge that would force me abandon my choice and wait longer. That didn't happen and the little buggy has joined the fleet. So far exceeding expectations for me.

karl
no not a rational choice but one from the heart