mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's all about the car Well, I have some good news and some bad news. I'm talking about the new car, by the way. The good news is, it is 11:46 at night, and the car is sitting right outside of my sliding glass door. The old car -- the Waldo-1 -- is sitting in the back of some dealership in St. Charles, Missouri. The bad news is, I'm not sure the car is mine quite yet. Lemme 'splain. I got to the dealership at around 3:00. Some hot chickie-poo came and met me at the front door with a set of keys and told me to take the car for a spin. "Ok," I said. So, I spent a good 30 minutes driving the car in slow traffic, in fast traffic, on hilly roads, on the interstate. I even took it to a Southern Baptist parking lot and drove it in tight little circles. Then I popped the hood to look underneath. By the time I got to the dealership, it was 3:45, and I was pretty much sold on the car. Truth be told, I decided a day or two ago that I was going to buy it. But I wanted to make the hot chick dealer girl squirm in her seat and sweat out the hard sell. By 4:30, I filled out all of the required forms for financing. They took them to their "financing specialist" whose only specialty involved faxing the forms to the financing company. Gotta love those job titles these days. Anyway, so while he was faxing and, my best By the time 5:00 rolled around, the "financing specialist" came to talk to me with ruffled hair and a shirt tail hanging out. He said, "Jon?" I resisted the urge to tell him, "It's Jon-Paul. Two first names, Bub." But he said, "Jon? The financing company is extremely backlogged. It looks like it will take quite a long time to process your forms. In fact, they may not get to it by the end of the business day." "Oh," I said. (I'm not that witty and talkative in real life.) I was afraid that they were going to put me back into the Waldo-1 and make me come back again tomorrow in that. On a side note... What the hell is it with St. Louis places having me make repeated visits. MEPS made me drive back and forth FIVE TIMES. Anyway, he continued, "So, what we are going to do is gas up the car, give you a temp tag, and let you drive it home. You can come back tomorrow and we will have everything ready for you." Sweet! So, I am driving a car that isn't technically mine yet. But it is oh, so sweet. I'm actually kind of scared that I won't get it. I've had a less-than-perfect credit history in my young 20s. But I don't have any outstanding bills, and I've been a good boy over the past three years or so. So, I'm not getting overly excited yet. When they actually give me the keys and make me sign all of the forms that say I will be a good financee and pay my bills, I will then run around in my underwear and get all excited. And, yes. If you insist, I will take pics and post them. A bunch of pervs. All of ya. On the way back from St. Louis, I bought two CDs since my potential new car has a CD player. I got the "Bare Naked Ladies Greatest Hits" and James Taylor's "October Moon." I listened to the Bare Naked Ladies at full blast until I had a headache. So, I still haven't listened to James Taylor. I'll probably listen to him on the way back to St. Louis tomorrow. Gawd. I hope I can get this car. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Besides, if I get it... Not only will you get pictures of me running around in my undies, but you will also be given the task of naming it. I don't want to curse my chances, so I won't even describe it yet. But you will have the responsibility of naming him/her. I don't know what sex it is yet. We'll have a little contest. It'll be good times. Well, my head still hurts from the 100-mile Bare Naked Ladies marathon. So, I am going to go hit the hay. Ew. I just looked up and two of my Sea Monkeys are... uh... doing it. "Natural beauty" my ass. 11:46 p.m. - Thurs., Nov. 15, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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