Last week I bought a new car.
I didn’t want to but I had to since my lease expires next month. On Saturday, Dave and I headed to the dealer to test drive the Nissan Rogue. We had no intention of purchasing anything just yet but you know how pushy car salesmen are.
After hours of back and forth, Dave located the car that most closely matched my wants/needs on a competitor’s lot. The sales manager said that dealer was picking up one of their cars on Monday and owed them a trade. With a smile and a wink he assured me he’d get “my” car and have it ready for immediate delivery.
Now, I’m not a sentimental kinda person; especially not when it comes to things like borrowed vehicles. But I hold a special place for my Toyota Rav4. I bought it when I was living alone in Milwaukee doing the single-mom thing, at the height of my career (read: pulling in a great salary. Also read: selling my soul). Read More