When we got Andrea's fine car, we got a lease so she could get all the
bells and whistles she wanted without costing us a bazillion dollars.
It totally made sense at the time.

A while back we realized that her lease was ending so we looked up what
we'd need to pay it off and also what the car was worth. They were the
same, so perfect! We'll just buy the car and be done!

And then. Gas went up to five fucking dollars a gallon and the value of
her car dropped in half. Add in the more than a few extra miles we've
driven the car and it puts us in kind of a pickle.

At this point we stated to think it might be smart to give the car back
and buy a new, cheaper car. We spent this last week looking and once
again I am reminded of something: car salesmen are chumps.

Andrea didn't know that 'let's sit down' is car salesman chump-speak for
'suh-weet! I'm gonna sell a car!' So when she sat down with the
salesguy today, I walked back into that world where the manager struts
out and does the whole song and dance then gets all fucking offended
when I say we need to go home and talk. I guess most people just sit
down and shell out tens of thousands of dollars without doing any
homework. But I sure as shit don't.

We walked away, of course. We're in no rush, even if good old Ahmad the
sales manager with the cheap cologne said the same thing over and over
again. Apparently if I say 'let's work on the bottom line price' that
indicated Ahmad that we were ready to buy.

Sure dude. And the piece of paper with your made-up numbers is a
contract.

I also love how these guys try to tell me that interest rates don't
matter, how they wave away my questions like each question I'm asking
isn't directly related to another dollar that I'd be spending.

Who knows what we'll do next. We're at home, talking about it, despite
Ahmad's disappointment that we're not driving that new Jeep right now.