She says that she's been very busy, and that's why I'm doing most of the blogging lately. And why she hasn't touched the sewing machine in a couple of weeks (sorry Bop, your Father's Day gift is going to be even later than Mom told you.). All she does is drive. Drive one sister here, one sister there, pick up one, then the other, and start over. And when she's not driving them, she's out driving strange cars at places she calls "Dealers", and cursing a lot when she comes home. She wants to know why, in 2012, salesmen insist on repeatedly bringing her attention to the mirrors on the visors, instead of answering her questions about mechanical things. I have no idea what that means.
Anyway, since Mom is so busy driving, I thought maybe I could help her out.
I remembered to put on my seat belt. That's important.
There seemed to be some logistical problems, so my sister came to help me out. The Pittsburgher, not the Curly One.
It still didn't seem to be working out. Maybe because my sister only sees a bit farther than I do.
Guess it's time for us to get going before Mom finds out what we were trying to do. We need a better plan. And maybe one of those new cars that drives itself. Know where we can get one?
5 comments:
Well boy, I was hoping you were buckling up to come visit cousins Harrington and Hannah. Poo.
I think men auto salespersons will always be dorky when it comes to women shoppers. I print everything out on line and then walk in with my paperwork and say "if you can give me this for this, you have a deal. If not I'll be seeing ya."
Mr. Mick is extremely jealous that you were able to get in the car without having to be in a carrier, Weasley. It's good you had your sister to help you, though, because cars are funny things.
Few things irk me more than when I'm in the market for a car and the salesman either talks down to me or (even worse) talks to my husband instead. That's why I like the guy I do buy cars from so much; not only does he not give me the runaround--the first time I met him and told him the car was for ME and not my husband, he talked to me the entire time--but he also stands by all the cars he sells, even if it's been a while since you bought the car from him.
Well Weasley I'm glad to see you know about the safety belt.
Jade seems to have found a good car salesman. I think the solution would be for there to be more women selling cars, though of course the guys should learn to talk to women and it's shocking that they're still so poor at it in this fay and age
anybody would think we still live in the middle ages with some of the male species.just as well not all are like that other wise we would have to do away with males except for a few for breeding stock
WOOOOHOOOO Weasley the getaway driver. A few of us bunny enthusiasts could use a good get away driver...
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