Last Night We Ate the Elephant's Hind-Quarters

...and it ended up being more than one bite.





Actually, it was enough to make me not want to eat, literally.


I do not like buying a car. ESPECIALLY, from a dealership. And am not a fan of haggling & doing the dance with the sales guy,


"Can you do better?"
"Let me go ask."
"That's all you're giving us on our trade-in?"
"Well, I can go up this much, but I can't go any more."



He brought up the check engine light (yah, about that...). And I brought up the weird smell in the car we were buying.


He brought up the economy. Jeff brought up the year of the car we were buying.

We just kept thinking about our frequent trips to the mechanic the last few months. Heck, I think that Jeff single-handedly financed the mechanic's daughter's braces. And, it was a bit too much when we drove up at the shop the other night, & there was a monument built in front of the garage, it was a black jetta. Engraved underneath was the word, "sucka".

Just kidding.

But not joking about the frequent trips & often breakdowns.

Back to our tango with Keith (aka Kenny Rogers) the bearded salesguy.

3 hours later, my blood pressure was setting a world record, my cheeks were rosy like Santa's, & I was begging for a diet dr pepper.





So, at bedtime, up we drove in the 'new' ride. I told Jeff that his grandma would be proud of his new car.