Well, it isn’t exactly like that, but more so than not. Nearly the last physical tie to my old life, I am about to shed my car. I drive a Toyota Camry. It is ten years old. It has a zillion miles on it. I am on the verge of feeling like I will have frequent repairs. It’s possible I would not, but the uneasiness of that likelihood is inhibiting my activities. Since I am alone, and don’t have a significant other to call if I break down, I felt like I should have new wheels.
So…following my brother’s suggestions, I started the process. I did my homework on the Internet. I found all the ratings. I narrowed down the choices of makes and models by reliability and safety. I read Consumer Reports, and I test drove a couple of my choices.
In doing all of that, I ended up being “courted” by several dealerships. Oh, my dear. If there is any direct sales group more aggressive than car salespeople, I don’t know who they would be. I had many phone calls from dealerships who wanted me to come right in that very day (in the next few minutes, actually), and see if we could “work out a deal.” For several days, I stopped answering my phone if the Caller ID read “Wireless Caller.”
Then, there were the offers. I told one salesman what I wanted to pay. My nephew, on hearing me relate this, said, “Good job, being assertive, Aunt Debby.” As if. Later, this same man gave me a “deal” that had my head spinning. It was indeed, double talk. I finally told him I was going to hang up. His dealership is still calling me. Hoo-boy. Good thing for encouragement for being assertive.
Good news is that I have sold my old car! I told my neighbor about my quest, and she connected me with a family in search of a car with fewer miles (everything is relative, isn’t it?), and they are buying my Toyota! I will be without wheels in a week. I am not in a rush to get my new car, and I am actually a bit excited about not having a car for whatever time it takes to get the car I want at a realistic and fair price. It will be an opportunity. I am certainly learning a lot. Now excuse me while I dust off my walking shoes, stock up on groceries, and go answer one of those “Wireless Caller” phone calls.