My car warranty was up. I ask for information on purchasing a new warranty. It is expensive. I go through all the possibilities. I am a magnet for odd things happening to my car so I know this is the best choice. But it’s really expensive.
They are offering a spa treatment if I finalize the deal by the end of the month. I love going to the spa. But, the guy tells me it’s for the car not for me. Really? OK, don’t need that. I don’t have time for a spa treatment for me, why do I care about the car.
So I ask the guy to reduce the cost by the spa treatment, which will save me $259. He says great, that will reduce the cost by $50. What? I thought $259. He tells me that $50 is what it costs the dealership for the spa treatment. Then he gives me the slick car salesman smile.
I tell him that I can get the price reduced by $200 from another dealer. I pause and smile sweetly as I start to pick up my cute Gucci purse flashing my newly gelled finger nails. He offers me $300 off. I’m happy. (Probably still screwed on the deal, but I’m glad to have it done.)
Two days later, on Super Bowl Sunday, I pack up my crockpot with chili and put it on the floor behind the front seat of my car. A few blocks down the road I hit the brakes and you know it, the lid flies off, the pot tips over and there is chili all over the floor.
I should have gotten that car spa treatment.
