The Game is Afoot.
Just when I thought I had the Big, Fat, Black, Capitalist Car deal nailed down, the Minion of Satan car dealer surprised me with something akin to a lateral arabesque with respect to our arrangement. No wonder that car salesmen are held in lower esteem than even, uh, … lawyers.
Developing.
Jimbo,
Darling,seems as if I may have to get rid of the truwk…I will trade you for your Capitalist Car….
Comment by ArmyWifeToddlerMom — January 31, 2006 @ 9:55 am
Never be afraid to walk away.
Comment by MCPO Airdale — January 31, 2006 @ 10:05 am
I hate car salesmen… well that might be too mild… I loathe them with a passion. I hope you can end up with the deal you want! After all you certainly deserve a brand new Big Fat Black Capitalist car! You’ve earned it. *grin*
Comment by Teresa — January 31, 2006 @ 2:31 pm
Guess that’s why I’m still driving my ’70 Chevelle that I bought new in 1970! 675,000 miles on the clock and still ticking! I HATE the whole process of buying a new car.
Comment by Jerry K — January 31, 2006 @ 5:10 pm
I much prefer to tell them what I want and what I will pay—and let them make the decision whether or not to accept my $$. While it’s exciting to get new wheels, there are more dealers and car models than there need to be.
Comment by joated — January 31, 2006 @ 9:51 pm