I am cheap as all hell. Stingy. It's sad. I could give you all the reasons why, but here's the long and the short of it: I just don't like putting down large sums of money for anything. I don't like being in debt, so I try to live well within my means.
My means, meanwhile, are not fabulously abundant.
There's food on the table, my rent is paid, my bills are (mostly) caught up. There's not a lot left over, but it's not dire. But it has been. So now I'm extra careful not to get to that point.
I have to buy a car.
*cue massive coronary*
I got the call back last week in regards to Betty's ultimate fate and the insurance company's final decision was to put the poor girl out to pasture.
Now, it's not all bad. On some levels this helps me, financially (when you put aside the potential to get screwed on my next insurance renewal).
You see, I have a cunning plan.
|"You wouldn't know a cunning plan if it painted itself purple and danced naked on top of a harpsichord, singing "Cunning plans are here again!"|
... did I just say 'Used' car? As in.. driven by others? As in, potentially unknown maintenance records?
Thing is.. me with cars? They're not my strong subject. People know this, friends and family know this and God Bless 'Em.. they seem to like me and have concern for my safety and even want to help me.
Thing with cars and buying cars is, everyone seems to have differing opinions. Where to buy; where not to buy; what make to go with (and NO ONE will have the same answer for this, TRUST ME ON THIS ONE); which one's not to go with; Private sellers are a rip-off; used-car dealers are a rip-off; get an extended warranty; no don't they're a waste of money.
Sensory motherfucking overload.
And I start worrying that I'm going to make the wrong decision and pick a car that will:
- Rust out within a month
- Spew flames upon ignition
- Refuse to start at any temperature lower than -5 celcius
- Randomly shoot lugnuts at my children when my back is turned
- Secretly change all my radio presets to Country, Talk Radio and Contemporary Christian stations.
|"Dammit Thelma, I told you that wasn't the I-95 exit!"|
You know what happens then? My brain, the car-buying portion of my brain SHUTS DOWN, and the only thought I can process is "Ooooooh.. pretty. Is it certified? E-tested? Within budget? Let's just drive this fucker home NOW, thankyouverymuch."
|"But it's PINK! and it's great on gas!"|
I do want to point out to all the people who have offered to help, I DO appreciate it greatly and I love yas for it and I will definitely be taking some of you up on your offers of assistance (because God knows, I'm probably going to need it). All I'm saying is, I'm not good with large purchases, so if we're talking cars and my eyes start to glaze and my bottom lip starts to tremble and I keep glancing at the door like I'm going to make a run for it.. well, don't take it personally.
Just change the subject. Trust me. We'll both be better off.
The upside is I've been having fun with my 'Car-Shopping Music'.
Ahh, Blind Melon. Still so under-rated, in my humble opinion.