The Queen's Rambles

First, thank you thank you thank you thank you for all the help with my cloth diaper questions, and a special thanks to Kisha! I am feeling much better about the idea now. No need to freak out. I’m not a crazy person who wants to spend all my time thinking about my kid’s poop receptacle. I just want to do everything as simply as possible and forget about it.

I had a nice surprise today. One of my friends called and said her son wanted to play with Erik today. I was going to regretfully decline, but then she said the magic words “so why don’t you drop him off this afternoon?”

Whoo-hoo! You don’t have to ask me twice!

We went car shopping and Mike got to enjoy me aggressively telling the Toyota salesman just how it would be before we walked out. I am usually so demure, but this guy was pissing me off. I want things. Lots of things. I know a lot of the things I want are luxuries (power seats, seat warmer, DVD player), but dammit, we’re going to have this car for ten years. I think we can afford some amenities.

Every time I would ask about something he would tell me “that’s a luxury and you don’t need it.” What the hell? And he calls himself a salesman?

He never even showed us anything about the car. We took a test drive and Mike played with the seats, but he never offered to show us any features or explain how anything worked.

When he started running the numbers we kept asking him what features he was including but he wouldn’t tell us. Finally we insisted and he gave us a print out of stuff, which was not what we wanted at all. He was the biggest idiot I’ve ever met. I never thought I’d have a salesmen that annoyed me because of his lack of selling.

Then came the question, “What can I do to sell you this car today?” He didn’t like any of my answers and just wanted to argue.

He also didn’t realize I was pregnant, I guess. Even though I had to ask him to pull out the van so I could get in it because my big belly wouldn’t squeeze through the tiny little opening. I guess he just thought I was fat. He looked shocked when he asked how many kids we had and I mentioned we would be having a baby in six weeks. People! I am eight months pregnant and look it! You can’t mistake it for plus sized pudge.

Can you tell this guy pissed me off? I am still floored that he kept telling me I didn’t need luxuries. Who is he to decide what I need and don’t need? I’m going to be 36 years old this month. If I want a bleepity-bleeping seat warmer I can have one. And seriously do not EVEN try to tell me that leather seats are a luxury when you are buying a car meant to cart around little kids.

I thought Toyota would be falling all over themselves to make sales right now, but apparently not.

We had a much better experience at Honda. We didn’t get to talk numbers because we had to go pick up Erik, but we did get a much more detailed look at the car. The salesman didn’t decide that I didn’t need luxury or treat me like some dirt poor idiot. I just LOVED it when the Toyota salesman assumed we didn’t have any cash to put down. It seemed like he thought we were lying when we told him how much we’d be putting down. I know I don’t carry a Coach bag or wear Prada, but dang! That’s why we have money. We weren’t dressed like hobos.

Anyway, we’re going back to Honda tomorrow and I’m hoping we will place an order for our new van. We’ll just have to see what they can offer us. Otherwise, it is back to Toyota. The bad sales guy won’t be there, but he gave us his card and wants us to call him if we go back. Yeah right. Normally I would because that’s the polite thing to do, but I want a real salesman who is going to actually show me some features. Why would I want to give this guy my money? He sure as hell didn’t earn it.