Like someone who’s had a religious awakening, I got “the call” this afternoon on my way home from work.
My ship had come in, and it was carrying my Prius. Cool beans, as they say.
Luckily, my neighbor was home, and we piled into her car to head over to the dealership. As I left, I missed a call from the sales guy, and I finally got him on the phone as I was halfway there… and he guiltily told me that another sales guy had DELIVERED MY CAR TO SOMEONE ELSE.
This is an obvious exercise in frustration. If I wasn’t so used to this kind of frustration and teasing from my love life, I’d be in a deep depression right now. More so.
Well, since I go off to Chicago on Monday for a week, it’s not as if I’d be driving it; so the dealership promised me that they’ll now make sure I get my car after I get back from Chicago, in the next shipment. Just in time for Thanksgiving…
