No Job, No Car, No Problem!

Manual To Automatic

I really want a new car.  Over the last two years, I’ve been going back and forth on upgrading to a smaller style SUV.  After all, I am a paranoid mess on the roads.  Being higher up would suit me well.  It’s also bonus time and I’ve been driving around a stick shift.  A month ago I got a tear in my Achilles tendon kickboxing.  It’s the first real injury I’ve had, other than my fractured wrist, and driving around a clutch in a walking cast has not been fun.  Not to mention I’m pretty sure that is also illegal.  I’m just going to look at a few options tonight.  What harm is there in looking?

Two hours later, I stroll into the Mazda dealership.  As luck will have it I’m quickly approached by a rather good looking salesman.  “Hi there,” he says looking me up and down.

“Oh hi, I just wanted to test drive the new Tribute or look in your used car lot for what you may have.”

“Sure thing, what’s your name?”

“Jenny, look I’m not here to buy tonight.  I’m just looking.  I really can’t afford another monthly payment right now.  But if I know what price I have to aim for, then I’ll have a better idea of when I can afford my new car.”

The salesman leads the way, opening the door to the lot for me.  “Well my name is Frank. Why don’t we go for a little test drive and see what you think.”

“Okay, I would like to test drive that used Nissan Xterra first,” I say pointing at the cute used silver one to my right.

“Let me go get the key for it.”

I hop inside and jump excitedly up and down in the driver’s seat.  Vroom, vroom vroom, beep, beep, beep.  What happened?  Did my bit of jumping around set off the car alarm?  I nearly jump out of my skin while the cars horn honks and lights flash.  Walking towards me Frank double beeps the controller, sounding off the alarm.  “That scared me!” I say as he climbs in.

“It was supposed to.   You aren’t supposed to just go climbing into cars until I get back with the key so I decided to teach you a little lesson.”  Frank looks at me mysteriously, waiting for me to freak out at him.

“Oh, sorry!” I exclaim laughing.  He smirks, pleased with my reaction. 

“Okay, now let’s take this thing for a spin, shall we?”  Frank is my age and he shoots straight from the hip, much like I do.  We immediately go back and forth, teasing one another endlessly. 

“So Jenny, what do you do for a living?  Are you single?  Oh, sorry, did I just ask you that?”

Whether Frank is putting on this show to get me to buy the car or honestly boost my ego, I’m not sure, but I’ll take it!  “Yes, I’m single.  Kind of over guys lately.  Just feel burnt on all of you.  Sorry, I also tend to be blunt.  I’m tired of all of the non-committals out there!”

“Whoa, okay hit a sore spot I see,” he says laughing and placing his hand on my arm.

“So now tell me, what do you do for a living Frank?  Other than selling cars…because right now you seem to be trying to sell yourself!”

“Oooh a fiery one, I love it!  I indeed am trying to sell myself, how am I doing so far?”

“Give it time, we’ll have to see.”

“You really are one of those different ones aren’t you?”

Shrugging I reply, “Ya I suppose I am.  But it makes me special, don’t you know that?”

Grinning and slapping his knee Frank replies, “It most certainly does young lady, it most certainly does.”

Frank lets me test three different cars.  I drive gutsier than I typically do and care more about having a loud radio and clean carpets then I do about getting good gas mileage.  “Typical girl,” Frank reminds me.  “Lucky for you, you are so dang hot!”  Hot?  Okay now I know he’s working me to buy the car.  I am wearing a cute outfit but I certainly don’t look hot after a long day at work with my hair pulled back sloppily.