Every few years or so H gets new car fever. I think he just likes to drive through those Toyota dealerships with his adrenaline pumping, and then see what kind of deal he can strike with the salesmen.
He’s tough, they say, and will walk away easily because he knows he really doesn’t need a new vehicle. Does anyone?
Then we walk calmly away as he replies to the distraught salesman, “I’ll get back to you. Let me think about it.”
My sister tells me I have no worry. “It will take him ten years to buy a new truck.”
I’m just wondering when H closes this deal, which vehicle will score the place of honor under the carport. It’s usually the new vehicle and we drive it less to keep the mileage low. Men!
It makes my head spin thinking about it! Maybe we’ll extend the carport like I’ve been suggesting. That may take the sting out of that truck note!