Car Shopping

When it comes to negotiating, my only tactic is a slightly awkward momentary silence, broken by the sound of me pulling out my wallet.  Never been good at bartering.  If I don’t like the price, I just don’t buy it. It may be because to barter I would have to commit to talking face to face with a real human person for more than 3 minutes.  Quite frankly, I’d rather just pay more money and avoid all that weirdness.  Same situation happens with Girl Scout Cookies. If you’re willing to stay on my porch and power through after one attempt at rejection, I’ll take out a loan for you. Nevertheless, I got a pretty good deal on a car, a 2005 Impala with 35,000 miles on it. Crazy low. I’ve noticed a few of them on the street the last couple days and thought I’d take a peek to see what sort of super legit people drive 2005 Impala’s. Turns out it was a great choice because its all CRAZY hot chicks!  Well, maybe not presently, but you can tell, if you covered up the nasal canula, and imagine them without the cheek skin hanging below the chin line, that in the late 1930’s, these ladies probably turned a few heads when they walked in a room. OWW!OWW!  I think there might have been some sort of manufacturing error that year though because every one I saw, even when the driver was turning right, had the left hand turn signal on… Maybe they’ll do a left turn signal recall.  Also Im trying to invent something called the “Impala Fist”.  When I see another Impala I just roll down the window and stick my fist out.  Its like when Harley people see each other and raise their fist in the air and do that bro half nod thing, but with fellow shot calla’ Impala drivers.  So far participation has been minimal.  I’ll keep you posted.