Wednesday, August 26, 2009

What's Behind Door #3?

I remember the days of yore when living rooms were filled with the sound of Monty Hall making endless deals and finally asking "What's behind door #3?" Hopefully it wasn't a "zonk" but instead maybe a new washer and dryer, or a trip to Bermuda...or even a shiny new car!

I would have loved to have been able to play that game with Joshua to see just how much he would have gambled. Lucky for him I don't have a soundstage and a big curtain or over-sized boxes to hide the surprise we had in store for him.

We had been searching for a few months to find what would be his first car. One that was reliable, safe, with good gas mileage, relatively new and/or in the best possible condition for its age. Keith found a really good deal online one Saturday and I followed up with the dealer on Monday.

The guy said it was still available and I told him I'd be there in twenty minutes. As I drove onto the lot, I saw one of the salesmen showing a potential customer what I thought was the EXACT car I was there to test-drive. What?!?! Sure enough, that was the dealer I had spoke to on the phone and those were the keys to THE car...and that was some other person driving off in it. Nooooooo! The salesman was apologizing profusely and explaining that this other guy was here over the weekend, saw the car but wanted to drive it again. He also said that there was another car that had piqued that other guy's interest so I immediately started praying that the second car was the one he'd end up driving off the lot for good.

Guy comes back and test drives the other car, I get behind the wheel and test-drive THE car, pull over, call Keith, discuss the financial situation and strategy. What to do? I get back to the dealership and the other guy is leaving, telling the salesman he has a few other options he wants to check out first. SCORE! I was able to give the salesman a check for "earnest money" or a down payment, telling him I'd be back at the end of the business day with the hubster to finalize the sale.

Now. To keep from bursting and spilling the beans to Joshua until then.

We finalized the paperwork and payment with the dealer. Easy peasy. Since we had gone to the dealership in Keith's car, I drove the new car home. I forgot that this car didn't have a toll tag and breezed through the toll plazas without paying. Sorry TxDOT. I'm sure you know where to find me. Anyway, we had planned for Keith to get Joshua out of the house and I would drive up in the new car. Luckily, I had my camera for the momentous occasion.

"Is this for me?" I think he was holding back the excitement, just in case it wasn't.

I think he's happy with it. He said he wasn't expecting his first car to be this nice. Believe me, neither were we. He got lucky!

And he's off to go show some of his friends. He's never home anymore!

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Does this really matter? Who reads this anyway? Seriously. Okay, fine. I'm probably the only Poli-pino you'll ever meet and I: like to cook up a good meal (but if given the choice I'd rather eat out); watch TV and films from here and there; love to laugh and try to do it often; hate to cry but end up doing so...and often; believe we ALL make a difference to SOMEONE at SOME POINT; love long walks on the beach, it's cheesy, I know, but I do love them especially with my family; wish I was as erudite as Stephen Fry, as cleverly comedic as (too many to name here) and as oblivious as Mr. Bean. Obviously I could go on...that's why I started the blog!