I bought ice cream but ate a banana instead.
Car troubles again. I knew there was something my mechanic was missing. Perhaps it wasn't noticeable then,
but it's pretty bad now. The other night it nearly overheated as
I coasted to a stop in front of Cheryl's house. The coolant was
completely dry. We loaded it up with water. I was able to
get home safely and start my dogwalking day on Friday.
mid-day, the coolant light came on again. I dropped off most of
my troops and Hunny, Marley and I made a pitstop to my mechanic. It's possible there's a small leak in the radiator.
But without further investigation, there was nothing blatantly
obvious. My mechanic topped off my fluids. He expects to
see me Monday morning.
I was on my way. No problems again. Until today. Not even 24 hours later - low coolant. The engine is running hot.
I spent a couple of hours visiting car dealerships. My
thought is, if I'm going to put money into a car, I should probably put
it toward a reliable longer lasting car. The one I'm driving now
has over 118,000 miles on it [4 cylinder]. I'm the third
owner. It's been a great little car. I've been
blessed. It probably has a good few years left. But summer
is coming fast and furious. My business is going strong and
getting stronger. I need a reliable, comfortable and bigger
The dumbasses at the first dealership kept me standing in the
blazing sun while the partial-English-speaking boy went to fetch the
keys to a used Xterra. He returned 20 minutes later [as I was
walking off the lot] and said he had the wrong information on the
car. I was about to leave then when he said he'd quickly run my
credit and let me know what I qualify for - which was the whole reason
I was there in the first place. After waiting another 20 minutes
he came back with "good news, you qualify but I can't tell you how much
your monthly payments will be until you have a car picked out."
I rolled my eyes and stood up, thankyou-goodbye! And [this is why I call him boy] he said, "What's wrong? Are you mad at me?" Oh please, you man-child, cut the umbilical cord already!
I reminded him ofthe first wasted 20 minutes and followed up with the
most recent wasted 20 minutes. I shook his hand and with a blank
smile, thanked him for being no help to me whatsoever. I turned
to leave and he still had the nerve to ask for my cell phone number
just in case the perfect car arrived for me. With my back to him I
waved, Nope. I've been here way too long. I'm going to the dealership next door. Buh-bye! I thought he was going to cry.
I went to another dealership. I purposely pulled into the
used lot across the street to take a look for myself. After
seeing a few possibilities, I headed to the main building. Off in
the distance stood seven vultures just waiting to reel me in. By
the time I got to the front door, there were only two left. [I
have that affect on sales people.] I gave both of them the
skeptical eye and only one put his hand out to me.
I said exactly what I expected from them - "and if you can't
tell me what my estimated monthly payments will be, then I don't need
to be here." I got exactly what I wanted. I've been
in sales. It makes a huge impact when you treat a customer like a
When I got home my roommate made a phone call to a good friend
of his. Apparently they know a thing or two about cars. So
tomorrow we're going to a place they trust. They can be my
advisors. Then again, my roommate is trying to convince me to buy
from eBay Motors.
I dunno. How many times have I received an eBay item only to find
it's not exactly what I thought it was? A fifteen-dollar mistake
is very different from a fifteen-thousand dollar mistake.
Besides, I've never even driven an Xterra. Actually, I don't think I've ever been inside an Xterra. There's a pretty good chance I'll be in one tomorrow.
Newsflash: Just got a call from Cheryl. We've
acquired two 8th row tickets to see Prince at the Staples Center
tonight. Now I'm eating ice cream! Gotta hop in the shower. Have a great night everyone!