So tomorrow I will be married for 28 fun filled years. The wife has been driving a 2004 Chrysler Sebring Convertible for a number of years now and it's really starting to shake and rattle as it rolls.
I talked to her about a new car. "No way," says she.
I bump up pictures on the internet of new cars I think she would like.
She questions my sanity and the location of my brain with statements like: "Have you lost your mind?"
I assure her my mind is located where it's always been, but she will not budge.
Finally, after being stone walled on every front, she says, "The only kind of car I want is the kind I already have!"
I take this as a challenge.
A lengthy internet search finally reveals a 2004 Chrysler Sebring convertible. It's a dead on match, even the same color. I go, I chat, I wheel and deal, I buy.
I tell the saleman I will need someone to follow me home as I want the car in my driveway before wife arrives home from work. "No problem," says he.
Before we leave, I go inside to use the bathroom as all this excitement has me urgently needing to answer natures call.
I do what I need to do and come back outside ready to take my wheels home.
I see a car parked in the parking lot with the motor running, the windows are heavily tinted, but I can see the man behind the wheel is wearing a blue shirt, just like my salesman buddy.
I walk over to the car to give him directions to my house when he starts to drive off. I tap on his drivers side window with my finger to get him to stop.
He stops, he rolls down the window, it's not my salesman. In an angry tone he says, "What?!?!"
"I'm so sorry," say I, "I thought you were someone else."
He replies, "Tap on my window again and see what happens."
Having bought a car for my wife per her instructions, I was in a playful mood. So I tapped again and asked, "What do I win?"
My wife loves the car.
I talked to her about a new car. "No way," says she.
I bump up pictures on the internet of new cars I think she would like.
She questions my sanity and the location of my brain with statements like: "Have you lost your mind?"
I assure her my mind is located where it's always been, but she will not budge.
Finally, after being stone walled on every front, she says, "The only kind of car I want is the kind I already have!"
I take this as a challenge.
A lengthy internet search finally reveals a 2004 Chrysler Sebring convertible. It's a dead on match, even the same color. I go, I chat, I wheel and deal, I buy.
I tell the saleman I will need someone to follow me home as I want the car in my driveway before wife arrives home from work. "No problem," says he.
Before we leave, I go inside to use the bathroom as all this excitement has me urgently needing to answer natures call.
I do what I need to do and come back outside ready to take my wheels home.
I see a car parked in the parking lot with the motor running, the windows are heavily tinted, but I can see the man behind the wheel is wearing a blue shirt, just like my salesman buddy.
I walk over to the car to give him directions to my house when he starts to drive off. I tap on his drivers side window with my finger to get him to stop.
He stops, he rolls down the window, it's not my salesman. In an angry tone he says, "What?!?!"
"I'm so sorry," say I, "I thought you were someone else."
He replies, "Tap on my window again and see what happens."
Having bought a car for my wife per her instructions, I was in a playful mood. So I tapped again and asked, "What do I win?"
My wife loves the car.
