Feisty Repartee

HOOKED!

Well, it had to happen sometime.

As I mentioned in the comments to this post, new car shopping has not always been a pleasure for me.

Several years ago, I was in the market for a new vehicle and drove up to a dealership. Before I barely exited my car, a salesman descended upon me and asked if he could help me. I told him I was looking to buy a new vehicle.

While I was wearing my wedding ring at the time, I doubt he had had an opportunity to spy it and replied with a snide smile: "Do you have your husband's permission to buy a new car?"

Instant rage.

I was so absolutely farookin' furious, I was incapable of speech.

I merely turned around, got back in my vehicle and drove away.

In fact, I drove straight to the husband's office and unloaded on him, the poor guy. He understood the slight, but for whatever reason found my anger wildly amusing. THAT my friends, was NOT a good thing.

After I was finished with the husband, I made my to another dealership and within a couple of days purchased my new SUV.

Being a total bitch, before I drove the damn thing home, I felt compelled to drive back over to the first dealership. As I parked, I saw the same jackass salesman begin to make his way over to me.

When he stopped in front of me, I had two questions for him:

1 - What is your name?

2 - Where is your sales manager?

Equipped with the appropriate information, I located the sales manager and asked him to step outside. I showed him my brand new vehicle and told him I would have loved to have bought one from him, but jackass pissed me off. With that, I told them both: "Have a nice day!"

Well, this go-around, I decided to do things a little differently. Instead of going alone, I invited one of my attorney girlfriends to accompany me to test drive and shop for vehicles.

Rest assured, nothing makes a salesman more nervous than dealing with not one, but two outspoken attorneys, particularly women.

I had already decided that while I loved my Tahoe, I put way too many miles on a vehicle to justify spending that kind of money on something I would literally wear out in a few short years, not to mention that much on gas, even if I was getting 18 miles to the gallon.

On my list were the following: Chevy Trailblazer, Toyota 4 Runner, and Nissan Murano.

They are all very nice vehicles, but of the three, the Nissan was a car (rather than a truck) based SUV and the easiest on gas and with Sweet One three years away from her driver's license, I opted for the Nissan with the thought it will be a good first vehicle for her when the time comes.

So, I bit the bullet and bought a new vehicle. I have a new ride.

There's only one thing. Out of all the options (leather, etc.) I wanted, there was one thing I did NOT want: Satellite radio. Unfortunately, to get the other things I wanted, I had to take the XM radio, too.

Understand, it was not that I had anything against satellite radio at all. I knew, I just knew, if I ever got it, I would be hopelessly addicted. Well, I had the Murano for a few days before I even bothered to turn the satellite radio on. Within an hour of driving around I realized it had happened.

I'm addicted.

My life will no longer be the same. I anticipate having one of those little portable thingys in the very near future, after all, I turn thirty-eight on Thursday. So what if the car was an early birthday present. It's not like I actually got it on my birthday.

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