I Love My Car

Y’all, I owe Mack literally one point three trillion dollars.  If I’d had to buy this car without him, well, I just couldn’t have done it and I would have been crying.  His help was invaluable.

He was all making the salesman drive him around town and sitting in his chair and eating his popcorn and just basically intimidating the shit out of everyone.

I, on the other hand, was saying smooth things like, “Gosh, that Yaris is so small that a good Baptist boy like you would have to marry me after the test drive” to the salesman.

Seriously, y’all.  I seriously said that to the salesman.  This right there is the main reason I cannot be let out into the world unescorted.

Mack is using Jedi mindtricks on these guys and I’m acting like I just got let out of the nunnery.

Also, in a move of swiftness, I was put in charge of selling some items for work over the weekend and today the business manager calls me into her office and says, “What are all these dimes?”

I ask, “Wasn’t I supposed to charge them tax?  I just rounded up.”

She says, “Yeah, we don’t sell anything that costs just a dollar.”

“Okay…” 

“Ten percent of a dollar is a dime.  Ten percent of ten dollars is a dollar.”

Oooohhhh!

Oops.

3 thoughts on “I Love My Car

  1. hee! I am picturing that scene in “Pretty Woman” where Julia Roberts is in the store in Beverly Hills, and while Richard Gere is on his cell phone all chill & everything, he’s got the entire sales staff of the store waiting on Julia hand & foot, giving her pizza, giving up their ties for her to give to Richard, kissing her feet. All the while Richard is standing back all cool and watching the show he orchestrated.

    Was that what it was like?

  2. YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT TEN PERCENT OF A DOLLAR WAS A DIME,OR DID I READ THAT WRONG?!

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