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May 16, 2005
In Which We Do Not Buy a Car (or Knit)
Yesterday after lunch, Rob and I were driving around Palo Alto halfheartedly looking at houses. (We do this all the time. It's cheap entertainment.) Then Rob said "Let's go get a new car."
I *love* Rob's car. It's a 2002 Audi A4, in a delicious deep red color. It has nice leather seats and is comfy and beautiful. Alas, we like it so much that we've put 60,000 miles on it. It's also started making some very odd noises when going up steep hills.
Anyway, we went over to Carlsen Audi and looked at the new Golf A3. We took it for a spin, even. Rob was very impressed with its zippiness. I liked it a lot, but it looks kinda like a Golf. NOT THAT I HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST GOLFS. Golves? Alas, we were not able to find a new Audi that was an automatic (chump) AND had the new fancy navigation thingy. So we slummed it over to the Audi dealership on Stevens Creek.
Oy. This guy really, really, really, really, really (how many 'reallys'?) wanted to sell us a car. We were sort of just exploring our options, but we wound up being trapped there for two hours. Trapped! They had our car keys! Towards the end, I almost shrieked, "We'll buy the car! Just let us out!" but we stayed strong and just kept trying to explain that we weren't in love with the particular car they were trying to make us buy. Oy.
We had to go to La Fiesta afterwards and have a pitcher of margaritas to soothe our shattered nerves.
And that's why I didn't get any knitting done yesterday.
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I hate car dealerships for that very reason. When we were shopping for our Jeep Wrangler we got trapped at a dealership for what seemed like an eternity. We were there long enough to make us determined not to buy from them.
I hope your medicine aided your tortured souls. Margaritas can fix just about anything.
Posted by: Rebekah at May 16, 2005 12:48 PM
Golves. Hehehehahahahahehehaheheha. Laugh of the day.
Posted by: grumperina at May 16, 2005 1:52 PM
hey, at least rob will *go* to a dealership. the boy's "i need a new car" mantra is, sadly, just that. can't even get him to drive by a dealership.
Posted by: tracy at May 18, 2005 12:35 PM
Once Rob starts making noises about a car, there's no stopping him. It's the "I need a haircut" mantra that drives me bonkers. Once I hear that line, I know I'll be hearing it five times a week (at least) for about two months. Men! :)
Posted by: Kate at May 18, 2005 12:48 PM
which is funny, because i've managed to get the boy hooked on spendy haircuts and, yes indeedy, color. at an actual salon. he makes his own appointments and everything.
Posted by: tracy at May 18, 2005 3:37 PM
How did you manage that? I'm really, really impressed. Rob's grooming goal is to not have to spend more than $20 and 10 minutes at the hair-cutting place. (I'm hesitant to use the word "salon".)
Posted by: Kate at May 18, 2005 3:46 PM
it helps that he's vain. he used to go to a barber and the haircuts were, how shall i put this, sub-par. the first holiday season we were together, i took him to my salon for a real haircut as his first night of hanukkah gift. he got loads of compliments on it from men and women alike, and for some reason i can't quite figure out, he stuck with it.
fear not, though: it's still like pulling teeth to get him to use product in his hair (although he does own it - bumble & bumble, no less. geez, this makes my boyfriend sound gay).
Posted by: tracy at May 18, 2005 4:44 PM