I Hate Selling My Car
I'm moving out of state and have an extra car, which I don't want. It's a nice car, a covnertible with very low miles. But I didn't buy it, I inherited it and I want to get sell it. It's a fun car to drive, runs great and gets good mileage, but I don't need it and I don't like having it around as a constant reminder of the person who gave it to me. It will never be my car, it will always be hers. Also, I already have to drive my truck 1200 miles when I move, I'm not looking forward to flying back and having to drive the convertible down again.
Not to mention I could use the extra money to help out with moving expenses!
I've got an ad running in 2 local papers and 3 online auto sites. I need to sell it by the end of the month. A couple of bites so far, but only one person has actually came out to drive it. This was today, this is what inspired this blog.
The potential buyer calls me this morning and says he'll be over in about 30 minutes. I rush to get some things together and wait. Then I wait some more. And longer. Finally, 90 minutes later he shows up. We walk around the car, then he wants to go for a drive of course. Before we even start moving, he has to ask what every little thing on the dashboard does. Every knob, dial, twisty, etc. There's nothing unusual in this car, it's exactly the same as any other car. It's all self evident. I walk him through everything.
We go for the drive, and it suddenly becomes apparent that he's one of those people that do not enjoy comfortable silences. He has to yammer on 24 hours a day; well, as long as he's awake anyways. We're no longer talking about the car, we're talking about him. His life. His hopes. His dreams. Yowza.
Finally we get back from the ride. He likes the car but is going to look at another one next. He promises to call me back in 2 hours to let me know. That was 4 hours ago. Another guy was going to come by after work to look at it, was going to call me around 6. That was over an hour ago.
I hate having to put my life on hold for these people.
I hate selling my car.
Not to mention I could use the extra money to help out with moving expenses!
I've got an ad running in 2 local papers and 3 online auto sites. I need to sell it by the end of the month. A couple of bites so far, but only one person has actually came out to drive it. This was today, this is what inspired this blog.
The potential buyer calls me this morning and says he'll be over in about 30 minutes. I rush to get some things together and wait. Then I wait some more. And longer. Finally, 90 minutes later he shows up. We walk around the car, then he wants to go for a drive of course. Before we even start moving, he has to ask what every little thing on the dashboard does. Every knob, dial, twisty, etc. There's nothing unusual in this car, it's exactly the same as any other car. It's all self evident. I walk him through everything.
We go for the drive, and it suddenly becomes apparent that he's one of those people that do not enjoy comfortable silences. He has to yammer on 24 hours a day; well, as long as he's awake anyways. We're no longer talking about the car, we're talking about him. His life. His hopes. His dreams. Yowza.
Finally we get back from the ride. He likes the car but is going to look at another one next. He promises to call me back in 2 hours to let me know. That was 4 hours ago. Another guy was going to come by after work to look at it, was going to call me around 6. That was over an hour ago.
I hate having to put my life on hold for these people.
I hate selling my car.
posted by Unknown at 6:55 PM
5 Comments:
Did that dude show up after work?
Was it LFH?
You know he's working on that mini-series.
He's gonna be pissed if he found out you were talking about him like that.
You better hope he doesn't read this.
You should just send that car to me.
Free of charge, of course.
Just don't have your wife sell the car. She'd probably sleep with the dealer.
Note, that was a nerdy Raymond Carver reference, I am buy no means calling your wife a whore.
Note, that "buy" should have been "by."
I'm not suggesting someone can buy your wife.
No more comments from me, today.
LOL
I'm going to sleep with whoever buys it. That's one of the key selling points.
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