So Justin and I had a little car shopping date - which proved to be a great idea and a terrible idea at the same time. It was a great idea because what we thought would be "just a few minutes" in the Honda dealership turned into 2 hours, 2 test drives and lots of standing around (not exactly Houston's idea of fun-- or mine for that matter). It was a terrible idea because it turned into 2 hours, 2 test drives, lots of standing around, and honestly, more anxiety and pressure than I bargained for.
The insane thing is, after 2 hours, we still have NO confirmed lease prices. Even more insane? The damn CR-V is in my garage for an "overnight test." Like if I just go into the garage and see it in there long enough, I'll magically decide it's my car. It's kinda working...
Justin and I had a little pre-dealership pep talk on the way from parking lot to sales desk. We're not confirming anything. Just getting prices. But those bastards are so convincing! Ugh. I almost got duped. "We can trade your truck in now, work it in to the price, get you a price..." and then he walks away and leaves you sitting there thinking, okay, maybe we WILL get a car today.
But there was one little fault to his "pitch." There was this room where the almighty Honda "money man" sits. You know, when you want to know how much a car is, and they say, "Hold on, let me go ask." I want to be the guy who sits behind a desk and chooses random numbers and tries to screw people all day. No I don't. I just want that kind of power. Anyway, it annoyed me because Justin and I could see into that stupid room where like 5 Honda salesmen were just sitting around in comfy leather chairs shooting the shit. They weren't talking about money. They weren't even talking about cars. They were just in there, pretending to be "running numbers." Just trying to make naive car buyers like me sweat. Well eff you, I have enough to sweat about in my life, thank you very much. Eventually our guy comes back out and says, "The lease would be somewhere in the 300s." Uh... it took you ten minutes to come up with that little gem?
I kinda liked our sales guy - he was okay, for a car salesman. But then he introduced us to his "manager" AKA: money guy. He practically had slime oozing from his pores, or maybe that was hair gel. Either way, he was the one who granted us permission for a one-night stand with the car. He was gross. Unfortunately for him, on my way to moving my car seat into my borrowed CR-V, I imagined his fat sweaty hand shaking mine again and thought, this is not going to happen. I may take your car for a late-night ride, but your big salesy face is not what I want to associate this cute car with.
I'm not sure how we got from "let's not commit" to this CR-V in our garage, having a sleepover with my sweet little Jetta. But alas, it's there. 4 months early. But then again, what do I know about cars? Maybe the "overnight" trick will actually work... I'll let you know.
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