Oh Good Lord Say It Isn't So

Wil said...

Heh - you'd better hope for negative splits my friend! Here's to you not getting chewed :)

Wil had left that in my talkback and was referring to me being late picking up Mistress who was waiting, oh yes she was waiting, for me to pick her up and get her car at the Saturn dealership before picking up Mighty Mo.

Well I didn't get chewed out, I got thrown under the bus by my mom. While I am pulling my Luke Duke imitation in rush hour my very own mother is extolling the virtues of good god...buying a minivan. Eeeeeek! By the time I arrive, 20 minutes late, it really was too late, Mistress drank the Kool Aid.

So now at 2 pm the family is going to meet a friend who is VP of the largest car dealership chain in Phoenix and I am buying a Dodge Grand Caravan. I am not kicking tires, I am not 'just looking', I am coming home a eunuch.

Luckily we just finished running a cross promotion with his dealerships that netted him a 100 sold cars in 2 months from our members and 20 just from our employees. As an owner of the company and him wanting to build another successful cross promotion I think there is some serious obligation to be coming my way. What I also think is interesting is that of all the cars that have been sold to employees, he has only brokered and set up with our employees with his employees and never actually stepped in to do the deal himself. He is doing ours himself.

I know him, he trains at the club Mistress works at, he is good friends with the manager of the club who is very good friends personally with Mistress and I outside work so this is going to be a fast and painless drill. I bet less than 3 hours in and out.

However no matter how much I save and get over, it still doesn't change the fact that by dinner tonight I will have a...a...gulp...minivan in my beautiful garage.

Oh good Lord, say it isn't so.