I'm not a car guy. Matter of fact the main reason I got my driver's license (at 26) was to get my wife off my back. You see she's been driving since ‘99 and I've been on the R train since ‘89. I still haven't conquered the highway yet but I will. I say all this because this past Saturday I became a car owner, well, co-owner. My wife's Ford Escort was busted like Eliot Spitzer. Even though Betty (the old car’s name) got us from A to B she had no air conditioner, oil stains and was just an old hag at this point.
So Saturday we went to a WKTU (my wife’s 9-5) client and got somewhat of a deal, as much as you can get from a car salesman. After an hour we settled on a Nissan Altima 2008. Several hours later we were signing papers for the hundredth time. Every time Leo, this funny hairy (not a stereotype, he looked like he was wearing wool sweater) Italian, would say something it sounded he was inventing words on the spot. Again we got a decent deal but I couldn’t help but feel like
Uno,
Jesus
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Not really, dude. I remember going with my cousin (tone's sister)to buy her car, but the Phillies probably won that day.
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