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A toddler girl crying

A toddler girl crying (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And toddlers have better manners.

I went to two dealerships this weekend and they exhausted me.  They’re so nice at the beginning and on the test drives, but they turn ugly faster than a two-year old an hour past naptime when it comes time to talk money.

Good grief, the new car I just test drove is a technological marvel that practically runs on air; the old piece of crap I drove in isn’t worth a dollar, but they’ll take it off my hands because they’re embarrassed to see me driving around in it.  You know, out of the goodness of their hearts.

I really wasn’t looking to beat them into submission (at first, later I would’ve happily done so), but they were out to get me.  They wanted the very top retail price for the new car and offered the very bottom wholesale price for my minivan.  Then they wouldn’t negotiate to a happy middle.

I think they were surprised when I smiled, said no thank you, and walked out.

I drove my clean, paid for minivan home feeling less than, frustrated, full of self-doubt.  Which is exactly what they were aiming for.

A large glass of wine and a quick review of my blessings helped restore my optimism and confidence.  I just need to relax and regroup.  And remember what makes me who I am isn’t a car, or a marriage, or a neighborhood.  I have choices.