A few weeks ago Pierce and I went to test drive some used cars (for the second time), with the idea that I was ready to buy one. My minivan, which had tormented me with breakdowns since I bought it used in 2009, was on the last leg. It's a shame - I loved the way it drove and all the space but talk about a lemon!
I hate car shopping. Most people get excited about it. I obsess about the financial aspects of such a big purchase, and hate the tediousness of it. It seems like someone is always trying to make an extra dime and this leads to shady behavior and paperwork, and then I have to get mad and threaten to walk out so they will fix it. A shame that companies do this to people. I wish someone could just tell me the right vehicle for me to get, tell me it is a good deal, and hand me the line to sign on.
So anyhow, I found a car I liked, from a brand I'd owned before and loved. The dealership was packed that Saturday, and people were everywhere. We walked back inside, and Pierce loudly announced to the room full of strangers,
"Mom, now that you found a car, are you going to hit the bong?"
What he meant was the GONG.
I really hope he didn't go to school that Monday and talk about hitting the bong with his mother over the weekend....