Another day, another set of fruitless negotiations with the car dealer.
Someone explain to me how paying $269 a month over six years with $3,000 down is a deal on an $18,000 car. Seriously.
Also explain how my Blue Book value is $2,100 and they say $500 is the best they can do.
Well, I get it. I’ve been arguing nonstop with this dealer for now three days. I’ve got a great insight into the car biz.
At this point, I could go either way on the car. Yes I know I’m getting ripped off. But as someone pointed out to me, the light went out in my eyes recently. Not that they had seen it since I was about 18. And this stupid car was the only thing that made me kind of happy. Not sparkling like I was, but kind of excited about something for a change.
I can’t keep working this hard and tolerating this much disappointment in the life and love department without SOME amount of reward in sight. This would do the trick.
However, being leveraged to the eyeballs wouldn’t exactly do wonders for my peace of mind either. Between monthly IRS payments and a few brand-new expenses that I can’t help (I assure you, NOTHING benefits me these days), this ain’t car-payment time.
This time next year, when I’ve moved and settled into a less-expensive (and, please God, more-spacious) place, I can pick up a payment again. The IRS problem will have been solved. I’ll have hopefully been promoted again. 😀
But this adorable little car in the custom color will also be long gone.
Nobody would love that car the way I do. Not sure why they won’t make me a deal I can’t refuse.
Of course, I say the same about the men in my life.
And frankly if a boy isn’t putting a sparkle in my eye, something has to, and the car is the closest thing I’ve got today.
Not only do I already have her name picked out but I just bought a new iPhone case in the same color as the car. So that way, I’ve satiated my need to make a purchase.
And even if the car isn’t meant to be mine, I’ll always remember that brief, shining moment when it was.
Have I done enough moving on this year … is it time to take a leap of faith again and maybe fly this time? Or is this a year for moving on and better things being worth the (damn near soul-crushing) wait?