I bought a car. Red. Compact. Wagon. Without the ton of features most of them come with. Another VW Jetta.
I hated it — buying the car. The negotiating. The trade in. The trips the salesman made back and forth between where we were sitting to some sales manager in the corner. I just hated it. But the car was what I wanted, and so I finally nodded and said yes.
I was shaking when I got home.
That was Friday. Monday it was supposed to arrive, my little red wagon. It was supposed to arrive from some other dealer somewhere with some unspecified number of miles on it.
Monday came. No car. In the afternoon, the salesman called. The other dealer sold the car. There are no others like that one. Maybe I’d like a black one. Or maybe one with a sun roof. Or … do you only want red?
I bought that car. Or rather I was going to. But no.
Well, at least the interior of my old car is now brand-spankin’ new looking … kinda.