We’ve been talking about trading in my car because the miles were getting up there and it was in need of “stuff”. It was either invest in the new “stuff it needed, or get into a new car before the trade-in value went to the floor. I started looking at the different models available, and since the Volvo had served me well for quite a while as a dependable car and a solid ride, I thought I might do the same thing again. Until I talked to the dealership. When I bought it years ago, Ford was an owner in Volvo. That’s no longer true – China now has a hand in it. I have nothing against the Chinese, but I really want to buy American where I can. After doing more research I initially decided I didn’t like anything in the mid- size SUV range that wasn’t a gas guzzler… and so I decided to keep the partially Ford manufactured Volvo for now.
But then… then… I saw it. The Jeep of my dreams. (Actually that’s the Wrangler, but my arthritic neck begs to differ.) My son and I took the Overland for a ride and I loved it instantly. I drove home all excited about finding something I really liked, and it wasn’t crazy expensive, and it’s AMERICAN… and the gas mileage was better than my Volvo! I was doing a Happy Dance, people!
I was met with ..
HIM: “What, …NOW? No.. now’s not a good time.
ME: But… three weeks ago was a good time?!….what happened in three weeks?
HIM: I just bought a much needed snow-removing tractor for the jobsite and there’s no way we can swing a new car now. You decided you didn’t want anything new, remember?… so I bought the tractor for work.
I had a Jeep when we were first married. I kept it for six years. Absolutely loved it madly. When our family grew and we needed more room, I had to trade it in for something better suited. On our way to the dealership, I had to pull over. I sobbed like a baby, not wanting to let go of my beloved Jeep.
Back to the present – So I went about my business for the past few weeks, admittedly pining for the Jeep I wasn’t going to get. Last Thursday I went up to college girls campus to bring her home for the weekend. Because she had another date Because she wanted to spend more quality time with her folks.
On the way back I got a call from Mike.
HIM: in an aggravated voice – You gotta come pick me up, my truck died after picking up the tractor as I was getting on the Highway. I’m in Saybrook. I’m gonna have the tow truck driver drop me off where the dealerships are, right next to the highway entrance.
ME: The truck died??… OK, will be there in 20 minutes. Which dealership? You might as well meander over to the Jeep dealer and look at the one I was drooling over!
HIM: again in an aggravated voice – I’m not looking at the freak’n Jeep, but actually that’s the closest so that’s where I’ll be. Hurry up, we have to go to the garage and see what’s wrong with my truck.
So, we get to dealership row to pick up the Man. I see him talking to the salesman I had talked to, and they are looking at the inside of a Dodge Ram truck in the showroom. I walk in, dismayed that they apparently haven’t even glanced at the Jeeps. I walk RIGHT PAST the black beloved Jeep … (which had been brought inside and had a big red bow on the hood).
He talks more about the truck with Kyle Salesman, and then we start walking out. I make him stop and atleast please LOOK at the Jeep, there’s one in the SHOWROOM, for cripes sake. He glances over and says… ” it’s OK. Maybe next year.” And keeps walking.