I got a new car Saturday. Or maybe I should say my husband got a new car, because I haven’t actually driven it yet, except to the grocery store on Sunday. But technically, it WILL be my car, once I get the “okey dokey” from my “car guy” hubby.
See, he’s the “car guy” and I’m the “money gal.” So we’re kind-of a tag team when we buy. He scopes out the vehicle, finds one we both like (he’s happy with mechanically and I’m happy with in the looks and “cool stuff” department), then I swoop in and negotiate the price. It works out pretty well. Only this time, I settled too early and didn’t realize I knew the manager I was haggling with until AFTER the deal was done. I hate when they stay behind the curtain like that! I could have played that “But we know each other” card and probably gotten a few hundred more off the price. Sigh, but what’s done is done. (Although I’ll probably sulk about this for a few more weeks!)
Anyway, so because he’s a car guy, I have to let him go through the car with a fine tooth comb. Oh, I should probably explain that this is not a NEW new car, it’s just new to me. Yeah, car guys like my hubby don’t buy NEW cars (not worth the money, depreciate as soon as you leave the lot, blah, blah, blah), but we buy beautiful used cars. No biggie, I’ve gotten used to driving used German cars instead of new American cars!
So I’m just waiting until I get to drive MY new car. Here’s hoping it’s soon! (Maybe he’s waiting until Mother’s Day!)
Karen
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