Rich Folk, not Queer as Folk

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're absolutely correct. I have been gone for a very, very long time. I don't know why. I just didn't think I would be entertaining to you. But I was sitting here (yeah, I do that a lot) thinking about the car I bought for Pretty Doctor and Pretty Girl when they were in high school. Not sure why that car came to mind. It was a sweet ride. Don't ask the Pretty's about it. They didn't like it much but it did get them to where they needed to be.

It was a Daewoo. You heard me right, a Daewoo. I used to refer to it as "The ever popular Daewoo." I'm pretty sure most people were jealous of it.















What I was actually thinking as I sit here was when I bought the car. My Grandmother had died and left me some money. I didn't know what to do with the money so after stressing about it I decided to put it in the bank and think about it another day. Then I realized I needed to buy the Pretty's a car to get to and from band practice and to the band room on game days.

After enlisting my BFF's son to find a good, reliable car for little to no money I ended up at a dealership in Scottsdale that had several of the ever popular Daewoos to unload after Daewoo stopped selling in the US or went out of business, I'm not sure which it was. Anyway, I ended up at the Scottsdale dealership with my BFF's husband and the Pretty's. I'm not sure it their son was there or not. It was a stressful evening and I don't do well with memory under stress.

After it was decided that I was buying one I sent the Pretty's out to pick the color. Not a whole lot of choices, they had green and blue. They had a few green and a few blue so I told them to pick out which green or which blue one they wanted.

Now, you have to understand that the whole entire time I was at the dealership I was crying. I always cry when I have to make a financial decision that will cost me more that $100. The salesman was afraid, understandably. My BFF's husband pretended every thing was normal, which added to the salesman's fear. I sent the Pretty's to pick the color because they were really afraid since I couldn't stop crying.

















The deal was I was going to pay cash and we would drive the car away. The deal was $8 ,000. When I got to the point of signing the papers the paperwork had the figure of $8,000.02. Ok, if any one knows me, that figure meant they lied on the price. That's right! After all I had gone through ( me crying for 2 hours and my BFF's husband wheeling and dealing for 2 hours) i was not going to let them rip me off like that. You know how car dealerships are, they're always trying to rip you off! Well, they didn't know who they were dealing with (some bawling freak and her 2 poor kids)!

I was half temped to write the check for $8,000 and throw the pennies in the guys face. I was pissed! But then I started to think about it and realized that it was only 2 pennies and the Husband had worked really hard, the Pretty's were already freaked out and the dealership was staying open late to close this deal. I decided to be the bigger person and write the check to include the pennies.

Needless to say, the Prettys and I drove the blue car home, the Husband (and possibly son) went home hoping I would never darken their door again and the dealership had one less Daewoo to unload. Ah, good times.