Hi! Good weekend?
This past week I had to buy a new car...
I don't know about you but for me, buying a car ranks right up there with say, root canal? Maybe even worse?
I was so nervous the first day I slammed my hand in the car door at the post office, mailing my etsy boxes. The car promptly locked, my hand squinched in the mechanisms of the latch. You stand there looking for your hand....uh? Then, then, the damn door won't open!? Hello?
The next day I went to the Jeep dealer. Now I may be shy. I may be a woman shoppng alone for a car---but I know what I want, I know my budget and I spent many many years in the garment industry. I know how to haggle.
What's with these people anyway? They think a budget is just a suggestion? Wishful thinking? After shopping around I got my "deal"---my new Jeep will be very sufficient to my needs. but I will yearn after every Grand Cherokee Overland/ Limited I see for the next zillion years. Or...maybe not. I got a very good deal! And it isn't red.
All this bargaining made me have a very bad attitude:
do not waste my time!!!
It carried over into Sunday's small but fun flea market.
I wanted these pale lavender apothecary bottles and I wanted them cheap!
He gave me a good price, I offered half. I was willing to bicker over a dollar. And I won.