What a great weekend! Lots of people claim to have had a great weekend, but mine was better! How do I know that mine was better? Because my weekend rocked so hard, I had to get up at 5:25 a.m. to write about it – That’s how I know! (kidding)
So Saturday morning kicked off with the Monster Mash… No seriously – Christy was all smiles to show off this new 12,368 songs about Halloween set she picked up from her favorite place in the world – Costco. So we decided to listen to it on Saturday morning as we readied ourselves to take over the world. It wasn’t half bad – It had the X-Files and GhostBusters theme song on it, so I was content.
We do our best to get into the holiday spirit, so don’t point and laugh ok? If you do, I’ll make you listen to Ghostbusters and get it stuck in your head all week. I’m vengeful like that. So after we were done getting ready, we headed over to the Mercedes dealership to look for MY new car. (Haha – Notice how I’m not possessive at all)
The one car I came to see was already sold, and they only get 3 – 4 per year. How disappointing. But the mildly vulgar dealer (I guess there’s a new sales technique out there I haven’t learned just yet – “Dazzle Your Clients In 5 F- Words Or Less!” – I suppose this book will be on the Barnes and Nobles Best Seller List soon?) did manage to keep us there an extra hour as he backed out a shiny silver SL55 AMG.
Once he quoted me the 493 hp supercharged 5.5 liter V8, I snatched the keys and agreed to endure a test drive. It was great! The dealer and I toured around town for 15 minutes or so, just enough time for Christy to finish yapping on the cell phone – Or so I thought. We pulled back into the dealership, but she was STILL talking! I placed the shifter into reverse for another go-round, but thought better of it, and dragged Christy out of the Jag, and into the Benz.
She loved it… Haha – I never thought in a million years Christy would actually LIKE a convertible! With the large automatic wind deflector that pops up to slow the rush of wind into the cabin, her hair wasn’t getting blown around, and the car could transform from a convertible, into a hard top, in less than 18 seconds.
I pulled over to demonstrate this fact, and used this as an excuse to sink the throttle to the floor as the rear tires spat pebbles from the shoulder of Highway 40. It was at that instant that I gave this 5.5 liter V8 a new name – Therapy…
So yes, we really enjoyed the test drive, but our day of fun wasn’t over just yet. We headed to the BMW dealership next. Lucky for us, we got a sales rep who hasn’t learned the fine art of oral hygiene just yet. I’ve always been told that first impressions are lasting impressions… Maybe it’s just me, but I buy into that completely. So you’ll pardon me if I’m not exactly enthusiastic about a sales person who’s first impression with me was a lasting memory of walking smack dab into a thing…A stench… An incredibly awful wall of odor emanating from his mouth.
No really guys – Have you ever walked face first into a glass door? Well, replace that glass with brick, and make that brick a sour, rotten, “something crawled into his mouth and died” sort of brick, and you’re beginning to understand what we experienced.
Needless to say we spent very little time at this dealership. Wow! Nearly 6:00 already? Seems I’ll have to finish this post later!
