Monday, November 23, 2009

Hello blogging my old friend...

So. This is awkward. It's been awhile.
As I hear it from a vocal few, my blogging has been missed. I'm not sure what this says about the lives of the people who make such claims. Not much, I'm afraid.

Anywho, what's been going on with me, you ask?

Not much.

I bought a car. First time in seven years and the first time in 12 years I bought a car from a dealer. I had completely forgotten how much I hate buying cars.

As I left the dealer I figured one of the following. I:
A) got an awesome deal and totally screwed the dealer out of every last penny and they were stunned by my negotiating skills.
B) paid so much for the car that my salesman, Bobby, is sending his stupid, stupid children to private school and lighting his cigars with $20 bills.

Before we go on, some of you might think that mocking Bobby]'s children is mean. I don't actually know that these children are shockingly stupid. I can only guess that, after meeting their father, that they are genetically screwed in the IQ area.

Holy crap was this guy dumb. I showed up one day and said I wanted to drive X car, which I had seen on the web site.

"Hmmm, okay. Let me see if I can find the keys," Bobby said.
This was a 15 minute process that led us to a car that was not the one i wanted to drive.

"I'm not sure where that one on the web site is."

I turned around and pointed. "That's it."

"OOOOHHHHHHHH. Let me see if I can find the key."

10 more minutes.

"I can't find the keys. Would you just like to drive this one?"

"Sure, buddy. I'm going to drive this care while you take the time to find the other keys to the OTHER CAR I ACTUALLY MIGHT PURCHASE."

Etc. etc. more stupid things as he tried to sell me every car on the lot except the one I wanted.

Finally, Bobby relented. We dickered over price. I laughed out loud at their first offer for my beloved GTI. Bobby must have been in a hurry.

"What did you have in mind to pay when you came in here?"

And that was it. I didn't even get to storm out in mock anger.

And now, I own this sweet piece of machinery that is, as I write this, likely discovering new ways to break down.