Car Shopping Like Grocery Shopping?

20 Jun

car shopping

See that car in the basket, I wish it was that simple.  Why can’t buying a car be like choosing milk and eggs at a grocery store?  I mean seriously.  Because of this irresponsible driver that rammed into my van and totaled it last week I have been in the market for a new or used car, no preferences whatsoever.  However, it seems that I have a better chance at becoming the next playboy bunny at Hugh Hefner’s mansion, and let me just say, I do NOT have the body of a playboy bunny.  For the last week I have been searching online, filling out applications, speaking to salesman who promise me the best deal only to receive no return phone call.  I do have money for a down payment, maybe not enough in their eyes for it seems like nowadays unless you are a millionaire they expect you to handover your next two month’s worth of paychecks to qualify for even a semi decent vehicle.  I’m not picky at all.  All I want is something a little roomy to accommodate myself and my three children.  Is that so much to ask?  I work in the car business and it is nowhere near as difficult to finance with us.  However, for reasons I am keeping confidential, I choose to forego purchasing at the dealership I work at.  Today I was able to test drive two vehicles but it was late in the afternoon, so unfortunately I will have to go through another restless night and wait until tomorrow to hear a decision.  This has been one of the toughest weeks at work and I foresee a bottle of some sort of hard liquor in the near future to recuperate.  Not only have I had to borrow a friend’s car for the past week, but we are undergoing an audit at work all the while having to attend physical therapy in the afternoons every day.  I only hope a great weekend is to come and that I may have a vehicle of my own once again.  Nevertheless, I have remained strong through it all not only for myself, but for my children whom I am doing my best to keep out of all the stresses going on in my life right now. They are after all my innocent babies.

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