I Used to Be a Member of Your Club…
In honor of all my blog friends who are expecting a visit from the stork, I bring you this photo of my then-carrying-child-inside belly.
I Was Going to Buy a New Car
Well, new to me, anyway. I found one I liked. It was a nice car.
The guy trying to sell it to me, however, was a complete and total douche bag.
When I test drove the car, he rode with me. He was chatty enough, asked me the basic personal questions, what I did, if I have kids, etc. But then he asked a little too much - how I met Manny, what my kids were “into,” just things I feel a person with whom I am only casually acquainted should know. He also over-enunciated his syllables (Hy-un-da-iee Soh-naht-ah, for example) and had blue contacts that kept sliding around on his eyes, which was just plain creepy. He stood waaaaay too close to me and stared a little too long, and yet I said I would come back the next evening to do some math with him.
The next day, around noon, he calls to “confirm our appointment.” He asks me twice how “the kids are doing,” and asks me how my day at work is going. He then launches into a story about his wife and daughter being in Mississippi - a story, mind you, that he had told me the day before. Apparently his wife and daughter are doing “mission work” in Mississippi because his wife felt that it was what “God called her to do.” To which he added, “And you can’t argue with that!”
Actually, sir, yes, I can. I can argue with that all day long.
So yesterday evening, I arrive at the dealership to do the math. He greets me, asks me how my day at work was, and before I can respond, he says again, “How was work today? Long? Hard? Long and hard?” I was completely skeeved out, and STILL, I went into the office with him.
To make a long story short, he threw some numbers around, made me an offer I could refuse, and when he finally wanted to do the credit application, I had had enough of his roving eyes and repetitive banter that I all but ran out of that building. I said very nicely I would let him know when I decided something and got the hell out of there.
He’s called three times today, I’ve not answered once, and I now appreciate my current car more than ever.
Hey! What’s Goin’ On?
Do you have that wretched song by the 4 Non Blondes in your head now? HA! Gotcha!
I’m so glad it’s Wednesday… this means I can now go to the grocery store and write a check, and it won’t be processed until after I get paid on Friday. Whee! I still find it amusing that the simple act of purchasing real food brings me such joy. This week has been especially shitty… subsisting off of PB&J sandwiches and mozzarella string cheese? Yeah, not fun. Anyway, I love going grocery shopping, and tonight will be especially glorious.
I got my credit report today, which I was dreading, but it actually turned out to be pretty good. Hooray!
It seems like all of my blog friends (most all) are having babies. This is a very strange phenomenon. The Internet Baby Boom. Amongst the soon-to-be mommies are Aughra, Brrr aka ADS, Rilah - who is ready to pop, and Chicken. I also have a friend in realtime who should be giving birth any day now. What the fuck? Where are all these babies coming from?!!?! Just kidding - I know how that works. Congratulations to all of you!
If you’re bored today, check out my old blog and see what I was bitching about a year ago.
