Friday Night Is All Right For Shopping?
Mood:  happy
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So I spent Friday night as I usually do Friday nights. Not! I spent a good portion of Friday night in Mesa, Land of the Mormons, car shopping. UGH!

Usually car shopping sucks weasel. Big, fat, pink weasel and then some. When I bought my Jeep Grand Cherokee, the sales guy at Earnhardt pissed me off so bad, I told him I was done and got up and left. He proceeded to follow me out and across the street to Chuy’s where I ordered a pitcher of margaritas and a straw.

I’ve been lucky in that I’ve never really had to car shop. Some man has always done it for me. My dad. My friends. My ex-husband. I HATE dealing with it! My standard line is “I’m just here to pick out the color…” Last time, with my ex-husband, that didn’t work as I ended up with a car I didn’t want (sniff, sniff over my black Tahoe I didn’t get) because it wasn’t worth the battle but I digress.

‘Big Red’ as I lovingly (not) called the chili pepper colored bastard beast SUV I did end up with after the last car shopping trip was a POS from the get go. Five years later, I seemed to be standing graveside of it on a regular basis and I wasn’t crying over its near death. In the last year, I have dumped cash into it with startling regularity. That ginormous sucking noise? The bleeding chest wound of car repairs. $1,400 within a year and it still needed at least $1,000 more and that was before I noticed that the window motors were starting to go. I know when to throw in the towel—when the car is out of warranty and falling apart in vastly different areas.

So it was time to get a new beastie. The very thought filled me with all sorts of trepidation. I had no desire to haggle and argue with some kid, that in other circumstances, I’d usually try to hit on.

I started hitting up friends for contacts in car sales. I got hooked up with a friend of mine’s ex-husband (yes, they’re on good terms) in fleet sales. WAHOO!!!

In a matter of 20 minutes, a little hottie had taken me around to see the 3 models I was interested in and I picked one. I believe in love at first sight—especially with cars. With the exception of ‘Big Red’, it was love at first sight with the ‘Snaggin’ Wagon’, ‘Little Red’, ‘Nugget mo’, ‘Speed Racer’, ‘Jeepster’ and now, ‘Hi Ho’ (she’s silver). (Yes, I am a total dork and I name all my cars).When you're in love with a cute silver beastie...

I was in and out in an hour with my new baby and off to the Sun’s game for a hot date night only marred by a highly amusing text message which is a story for another time.

Ah! I love the scent of new car in the morning!