After the all clear with the ‘fluid situation’, we resumed the search for a car. It was at this point that Kim’s Dad laid a bombshell on us – he recently invested in a used car dealership. This was reasonably interesting news for people LOOKING FOR A CAR. Unfortunately, he dealt with American cars, and, no offense to America, but I’m just not enamored with the whole ‘Detroit scene.’
Anyway, what did come of this connection was a lengthy conversation with his business partner, a bonafide ‘used car salesman.’ The one piece of advice he gave us was not to rule out a new car as an option, something we assumed we couldn’t afford. He also told us not to put down a hold on a used car. That would’ve been helpful. Earlier.
Thus we found ourselves test driving a 2008 CR-V, with a young salesman named Bryan who kept saying he could give us a ’sweet deal’ and who kept burping up beer from what was assuredly a ‘rough night.’ Despite that, and the fact that it seemed pretty clear that he was strongly disliked by mostly everybody in the dealership (the constant noogies and Indian burns he endured were somewhat unsettling), he sold us on the car.
Within a week, after the usual stress of financing options, insurance considerations, what color grass skirt for the dashtop hula girl, etc., we now have a shiny blue CR-V sitting our driveway.
Dear lord, please let childbirth be an easier process.
