I was too busy yesterday to announce that I obtained a new car. And boy, is it A LOT of car. I’m not accustomed to the features that people now expect from vehicles, given that I was previously the pilot of a car with manual windows/locks, an air conditioning system that has been out of commission for more than three years, and that garnered me attention in public only because of how loud it was. I feel like I’m driving a computer now and it’s definitely going to be more fun for any passengers than it is for me if I intend to stay out of collisions.
This is going to take some getting used to.
Today’s the day I try to buy a new car.
Not new-new, just newer than mine.
Everyone has been commending me for the amount of research I did, both about the vehicle I have in mind and the act of negotiating. I look at it as just a part of the purchasing process. As someone who works in sales and hates selling, I like to be the consumer to whom other salespeople don’t have to or can’t sell. Maybe that’s not fair to the salespeople who love to sell or have a commission goal in mind, but I’ll lose my nerve if I start to consider how an important decision that impacts the next five years of my life relates to thirty minutes of someone else’s time.
Wish me luck, guys?
When Tobias and I were younger, little dude had an anthology of zombie stories. I’m afraid of zombies (LOOK, I KNOW), so the cover really upset me. In a more neurotic, completely nonsense way, I was also scared of the (WHOLLY IMPOSSIBLE) idea that the book might come to life. After awhile, Tobias gave the book away to one of our friends and I felt better.
Flash-forward several years: I recently made the mistake of telling Marc about Afterlife with Archie. He just bought the first five issues. I’m not sure if that alone upsets me, as much as the possibility that he won’t get that it’s not intended to be funny.