Wow! Last week was a doozy, let me tell you. I apologize for not posting, but I was stressed out to my threshold. If there’s anything that stresses me out, it has to be car shopping, hands down. And this was even more complicated because it was not a planned shopping trip! This is the timeline:
Friday, yes, lovely Friday….I decided to skip out of work early to run some errands. While in Walgreens, waiting for my prescription, I texted my husband to see if they still had that “really nice” Tahoe on the lot. He sells cars and this Tahoe had just come in on trade the week before. He said they still had it and I decided to stop by and look at it. Look. See. Loved it, did not test drive it. Did not WANT a car payment. Curious what we could get it for. Left the dealership. And I swear I am not making this next part up, as soon as I pulled out, my transmission starting acting up. WTF? Really? It’s as if the ‘03 Trailblazer with 130,000 miles on it said, “She finally found another one, I’m gonna die now.”
So, Sunday, Matt told me it was “just the way” I drive. Oh, really? He took it around the block. He put tranny fluid in. I took it around the block. I almost died because I really thought I wasn’t going to make it home and had visions of stopping at somebody’s house with the trashiest clothes on and the grossest hair ever. I made it home. He put more fluid in, and I made HIM take it out and he said it was getting worse. I told him I was driving his tuna can (Honda Element) to work until we decided what to do.
Monday morning, he calls and tells me that someone test drove the Tahoe. We decided to put a deposit down. And then I hyperventilated and wanted to puke. The harsh reality had set in: I had to apply for a car loan. Applying for money is not easy for me. I have had credit problems in the past and I can’t mentally overcome them, so the absolute fear of rejection is always there in my head even though I have nothing to really worry about. So I did the walk of shame into our kitchen at work and picked up the phone and dialed my bank. And, 15 minutes later, I was approved for a car loan. How does that happen?
And all this time, I have no idea how much this thing is going to cost. The Tahoe still had to go through the shop and I was still waiting for them to tell me what they were going to give me for a trade. Just because Matt works there, does not mean that I get priority. In fact, let’s just say I was steaming on the BACK BURNER. And that’s what ticked me off so much. Also, I still had to test drive the thing! Can’t do that until it gets out of the shop.
Tuesday, it comes out of the shop and I make it over to the dealership to test drive it. It’s wonderful! It’s way too luxurious. It’s red. It’s gonna come with a payment. Darn. Still have no price. The GM finally gets around to my trade and the shop bill. We have numbers that are doable and everyone agrees on. Great! It’s now way too late to get the Purchase Agreement to the bank. I call them anyway and ask if it’s going to be possible to close on this Wednesday if I get the paperwork over to them in the morning and the guy is doubtful. Just frickin’ wonderful!
Wednesday, the appropriate paperwork gets to the bank at 11:30 am. Now, they opened at 9 and it takes them this long to get the Purchase Agreement and Matt works there. Back Burner, anyone? I’m almost in tears when I call the bank to see if we can close by the end of the day. And the woman there is phenomenal! She totally understood and set it up that afternoon for me.
And now, I am the proud new owner of a 2006 Tahoe with the Z71 Off-Road Package. Hey, I’m happy, it has a V8, 4 wheel drive and 4 doors. Everything else is just icing, very expensive icing when it goes and breaks!
~Amy D.
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