The way I see it: at least with the decision made, I can finally get on with my life and put the car stress behind me. (Of course, that's what I thought back on January 3rd, when I bought the first new car, and we all know how well that went, but I digress.) The Cavalier is a good car. I liked the first one I got. I was proud of it. It had all the features I was looking for. It is economical and environment-friendly and perky. Most importantly, it sacrificed its life for mine, leaving me virtually unharmed in a very nasty collision. All excellent reasons to go with it again.
So this morning I called my dealer and told him that yes, I would like to buy the car which last week he had specifically driven out to a far-away dealership to pick up just for me (before I started second-guessing myself and rethinking all my previous car decisions). He was pleased, and we got all the paperwork started over the phone. He dropped the car off to be prepped.
Then, while they were lovingly washing and waxing my new car, the service people discovered that the paint has several chips and scratches on the rear panel. Plus the back windshield is scratched. Their theory is that while it was on the transport truck, a chain got loose and dangled about, damaging the finish. It wasn't noticeable until all the snow and salt was washed off. But now it needs repainting and a new rear windshield.
He called me, apologizing profusely, sounding very tense and distraught. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It seems I'm simply destined to not have a vehicle. This is my curse, that never again will I have my very own problem-free car. Clearly I need to get the hell away from the Motor City; I don't belong here.
He said they would do the repairs for free, and give me a free loaner during the work, and I could still take home the car today. He wanted to know what I wanted to do. Did I still want to buy it? Buy something different? Think about it some more? I hung up the phone, wondering why this all had to be so difficult.
Thinking it all over, I have decided to buy the damn car anyway. I'll let them do the repairs, and at least I'll have transportation again, even while it's being repaired. I'm sick of not having a car, sick of worrying about it, sick of bumming rides off of people. I don't want to car-shop anymore.
He is coming to my office to pick me up in about 15 minutes. He'll take me to the dealership, where I'll sign the paperwork and drive away in a brand-new-even-if-somewhat-scratched car. Again. Unless something else goes wrong.
I'm not holding my breath.