I loath going to car dealerships. The sales-people are always so phony. My mom and I went out to look at some new cars to see if those “rebuilding America’s economy” deals are really anything to get excited about. So far, they aren’t real fantastic. We test drove a Chevy Impala and then went to another dealership to test drive a Kia Spectra. The Impala rode okay, but not okay enough to justify the price of $28,000. No way, not for a chevy. Not when I could get a Mercedes or BMW for that much. That’s just crazy. It wasn’t even that cute, or that nice inside.
But maybe I was just irritated by the sales-lady. She was using just about all of the sales tips used by the main character in ‘La Huitième Jour”, right down to the copy-cat personality quirks. (La Huitième Jour is a great movie, though. You should go rent it.) She adjusted her accent to my mother’s, tried to get chummy with me, but she slipped. Her real personality showed through at a few very inopportune times, leading to a few awkward moments. The guy at the Kia dealership was worse. Imagine Paul Henreid in a cheap striped, button-down shirt and a bad tie, trying to sell you a Sportage. “It’s got side airbags, Reek.” I swear, he looked just like Paul Henreid! (That guy in Casablanca, in case you’re totally confused, which wouldn’t be surprising since you are reading my blog, it is midnight, and I’m probably not making any sense.)
Once I got home around 1:30, I ended up watching TV and going through some videos to double check they recorded okay (for my collection.) Then, I got to work on a few more architectural models for my class. I think I’m going over-board with this silly class. I get too into decorating and architecture. But the models sure are fun! It’s amazing what you can do with poster board. :)
I think I might actually go to sleep now. I’m really tired and sore, so it’s time to sleep. I need a massage, dang it.