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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Negotiation

...or If I were Jesus, would you still try to ass-rape me?

So, as I was saying, I was lookin' for a car. I went out Saturday and test drove a few cars. Then yesterday I decided to go out again to check out a couple of more. A couple of cars that I was going to look at showed up w/ some piss-poor ratings from Consumer Reports and so I decided not to take a chance.

I got in my old baby and drove to one more dealership to check out another car, the Honda Civic. I figured, I'd drive all of the comparable cars. Well, the Civic sucked; not on the Dyson level of sucking, but maybe Dustbuster. For a tall guy (6'2), it really doesn't work. The head room is there, but the bi-level dashboard made me bob my head like Monica Lewinsky in the oval office (speaking of sucking).

After that, I decided I would hit another dealership up to take that little Sentra for another spin. I also wanted to check out how their leather upholstery felt. Yes, I'm one of those people that has to touch EVERYTHING: clothes, leather, people, whatever. Ok, so I loved the leather and the sunroof and decided, this would be my car.

I hated the dealership that I was at (I've walked out of there more than once), so I left them in the dust and drove back to Habib (not his name) the Drakkar-wearing Middle Eastern salesman. We argued, we laughed, I think he cried, and eventually, they saw things my way. And then I drove out of there in my new wheels at a good percentage under invoice (after rebates).

Here's her twin sister:

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3 Comments:

At 2/21/2007 10:50 AM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Now THAT is a nice looking car. What a pair you two will make!

And I'd like to take this opportunity to admit on this very public forum that I dig drakkar.

 
At 2/22/2007 8:46 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Also, to answer your question? Yes. Yes, I would.

 
At 2/24/2007 1:17 PM, Blogger Needtsza's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

I make your tushy my meal for three days either way

and nice lookin' vehicle. Hope she serves you well.

 

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