“Oh no!! I didn’t do laundry yet this week,” I muttered in frustration, pointing at my preggo belly and then at the hamper. “And I only have like five shirts that fit me, which are all dirty; so that means I’ll have to wear a sundress.”
Nate squinted his eyes a bit. Was he supposed to realize the reasoning behind this outburst? He cautiously said, “And you don’t want to wear a sundress, because…?”
I threw my hands in the air and exclaimed, “A sundress is the last thing I should be wearing. I mean, ideally, I should be wearing combat boots.”
“You’re not going into the jungle,” Nate protested, again carefully but looking very much confused. “We’re just going to a car dealership.”
“Same difference,” I countered.
If you’re a woman, you know what I mean. If you’re a man, let me explain… I’ve only purchased one car before; but thanks to that experience, I’ve been called ‘little lady’ enough to last me a lifetime. There’s just something about being a female stepping onto a used car lot, and suddenly the salesmen think that all that matters are ‘pretty colors’ and ‘sparkly things’.
Oh, yes, and suddenly your name becomes ‘little lady’, which isn’t so bad if you’re talking to a cowboy. But somehow salesmen make it sound so demeaning… Like I might as well be wearing a goofy, clueless grin and sporting a cow hat. Seriously, like that’s me at all! 😉
Anyway, I’m pretty sure that combat boots would help with the whole ‘little lady’ problem. A sundress, on the other hand, just screams, “I’m a little lady who likes pretty colors and sparkly things. And, oh, yes, I have no idea what I’m looking at, so please manipulate me into buying the most expensive vehicle on your lot.”
Oh, car-shopping how I detest thee.
Honestly, purchasing a used (but new-to-us) car this year wasn’t something we’ve planned on doing. Both cars are paid off, and we absolutely love not having a car payment. Our plan had originally been to drive both vehicles as long as possible (hopefully for another five years), but sometimes life happens… and usually that means it didn’t happen according to your plan.
Like when your husband’s car, paid off not-so-long ago, decides that it’s tired. And it doesn’t want to be run to the ground. So it decides to start costing you something between $3,500 and oh-my-goodness-that’s-expensive.
Nate and I kept telling ourselves that this was the last big fix and that – in the end – it would still be cheaper to keep his car. But then, when our car ended up with yet another problem last week, our trusted mechanic shook his head and said, “If I were you, I wouldn’t put one more penny into this car. You’re dangerously close to another expensive repair. Time to go car shopping.”
And, well, when the guy who makes a living off of repairing your car tells you to stop repairing your car, it really is time to buy a new one. ‘Nough said.
Thus our car-shopping adventures began… and there wasn’t a pair of combat boots in sight. There was, however, a very giddy husband who was more than a little excited to put his car-shopping expertise to work. So I guess I didn’t walk into a car dealership completely unprepared… 😉
(to be continued…)