Last Wednesday, I went to a car lot in town to buy a Saab 9-5 Wagon. Those of you who know me know how I feel about Saabs. Those of you who ride are familiar with the pitter-pattering that a nice wagon inspires in the hearts of cyclists. I had been looking at this particular wagon for a few months; I knew what it was worth and how much I was willing to fork over in order to bring it home. So, I stopped at the bank on the way home from school to withdraw money orders for the amount I wanted to offer. Everyone knows cash speaks to car dealers – especially at the end of the month. What no one knows is that printers don’t speak, they shout.
Long story short – I test drove the car, made my offer, handed over my money orders, filled out necessary paperwork, and then waited for a receipt. And waited. And waited. After spending a total of three hours at the car lot, the manager/owner/resident jerk decided that the failure of the printer to spit out the receipt was an indication that he should not sell this wagon to me. “Actually, I am going to have to pass on your offer. I think the printer is trying to tell me something. Sorry. Have a good night,” were his next words. Seriously? I grabbed my money orders right out of his hand and marched out. So, needless to say, I am NOT the proud new owner of a Saab 9-5 Wagon. Whatever. We just got a new printer at the Depot; maybe we should start letting it make our business decisions, too.
Aaron and I then went out of town for the weekend, which warrants a few posts of its own, and when we got back yesterday afternoon, this is what I found:
Yeah. Molly Cameron sends me mail. – Okay, sent me mail, but that’s not to say there won’t be more in the future.
If you’ll notice, the label is handwritten. No need for pesky printers to get in the way here.
What’s inside, you ask? Ooooh… a specimen far rarer and more beautiful than any Saab Wagon.
September can’t come soon enough.
3 comments:
are you kidding me? no sale cause the printer didn't work? insanity.
am intrigued by contents of package from molly cameron!
Spill it chick. What did the cross goddess of the northwest bestow upon you? that's not nice.
Sorry about the used car salesman acting like a.....hmmm maybe there's a precedent there. Beware the ruse of someone trying to up the deal after its closed, you don't want to do business with this type anyway.
remind me to talk to you about car auctions.....
I love how the worlds get smaller. Me, Molly, Segal, Dunn, DuRoy...
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