As you know, I have been trying to purchase a reliable used car to make the thirty mile to and from work every day. Thus far, it has been adventurous and unsuccessful.
My wife’s parents are coming out next Tuesday to watch my youngest daughter perform in the school play and to watch my son wrestle in the league tournament. I HAVE to find a car.
I can’t tell you exactly how it happened, but I stumbled upon a car that looked perfect for my son. The only problem is that it was in Dallas! However, my oldest daughter lives there, so…
I called the owner to inquire about the vehicle. He told me all of the defects first. None of them sounded all that bad. Besides the car looked great in the picture and he spoke of it in terms that seemed to match. The car wasn’t perfect but it was very nice. So…
I took a chance and grabbed my son. We left mid Saturday morning and pulled into Dallas at 7:30 P.M.
While my son and my daughter cooked dinner together, I went back on the Internet to see if there were any other cars worth looking at. I found a beautiful, white 98 VW Cabriolet convertible with 82,000 miles that was “runs perfectly”. Sound familiar?
I woke up this morning with two great cars to look at: one for my son and one for my daughter. I was sure that this was going to be a successful trip!
Let me just say that it was a VERY LONG drive home. I wanted to kick myself so badly. “How could I have been so foolish to believe someone who is trying to sell their car.” “What was I thinking?” etc., etc.
How either one of those men can say that their cars were great cars is beyond me.
When we returned to my daughter’s apartment, Jennifer’s roommate asked how the cars looked. My son quipped, “Let’s just say that seeing you was the highlight of the trip.”
On the bright side, I got quite a bit of great time with my son and got to see my daughter’s new apartment. Outside of that, it feels like I screwed up this weekend.
Maybe it could be the pilot for a new reality TV show “Great Ideas Gone Terrible!”
