I got up to leave twice, but he kept calling me back with lower prices. They really wanted to get rid of this car. In the end they agreed to my stupidly low price. I never actually thought they would. But I got the car. They even detailed it, no charge.
I have since become attached. It’s not perfect. It has dings on the doors, scratches around the gearshift, and part of the fabric on the roof is held up with staples, but it has the zippy-est 6 cylinder engine. When I drive it, I don’t even get mad at other drivers, or my dad for mixing up left and right so that I miss turns, or my mom for making her little stressed out squeaky noises. Okay, that last one I have yet to test. I haven’t driven with her yet, but I doubt I’ll care as much as when it was her car. Now, I just need to make it more officially mine. Commence operation: ‘Make This Car Mine’
Step 1: Adjust my seat to fit me perfectly.
Step 2: Open and Close the sunroof at least five times.
Check! Yay! It’s all weird!
Step 3: Fix the fabric hanging down from the roof. A little fabric glue should fix that, right?
Well, I’ll get to that eventually.
Step 4: Set radio stations.
Tomorrow. Probably. Why are there ten spots? Do I even know of ten radio stations?
Step 5: Mix a back up cd of my favorite songs.
Step 6: Stash my houndstooth umbrella in the door.
Step 7: Make a mental note not to touch the ‘swing’ button for the air conditioning. So creepy!
Step 8: Remove or minimize the scratches around the gear shift.
That probably won’t happen. Well, maybe…