I’m looking for a new car.
Something way smaller than the bus I drive now.
Something sporty, edgy, fun. I want a stick shift. I want a sun roof. I want a six speaker Bose stereo system so I can blast my 70′s music.
I want a Mazda 5 Speed hatchback in white or blue. Problem is … car shopping sucks.
My friend just shared with me the details of her experience.
“They” tried every trick in the book. Multiple psychological assaults. Good cop. Bad cop. And so on. She was in their show room for 6 HOURS with her two kids!!
My friend is one tough, well-informed, chick. They were unable to break her. But she left utterly depleted. She couldn’t sleep that night because of her interrogation-like car buying experience.
I don’t know if I’m as strong as my friend. But I do have one thing going for me.
I’m a little wacky. No, make that a lot a wacky.
“Zoom, zoom, zoom.” The song’s been’s stuck in my head since I’ve started looking at the Mazda 5 Speed hatchback in white or blue.
So, here’s my plan to outwit “them.” My husband and I will go to the showroom together. He’ll do the talking. While he’s doing the talking, I’ll do the singing.
“Zoom, zoom, zoom.”
Like a crazy woman,I’ll sing the words.
Over and over again.
“Zoom, zoom, zoom.”
Until I drive them mad.
“Zoom, zoom, zoom.”
Until they break and hand me the keys to my white or blue Mazda 5 speed hatchback without further ado.
“Zoom, zoom, zoom.”