lovingly named "the creme filling" because of its white on black color scheme, our little mazda cx five grand touring is quite a treasure. the zoomzoom is fabulous, the bose sound gives eargasms, the comfort is a dream (heated seats in february, aw-yiss), the sleek is mouthwatering, and the name is giggle-spot-tickling-shenaniganz:
"i'm loading pictures of the creme filling into my box."
"can you get your pole out of the creme filling."
"are the balls in the creme filling?"
"is there eating allowed in the creme filling?"
"don't forget, my purse is in the creme filling."
et cetera, ad nauseam...
the "birth story" for this little bundle of joy is, well, a birth story that took me a year to write. (happy birthday-ish creme filling!) if everyone is upset and glaring daggers at each other while you sign the sale agreement, you're getting an amazing deal. (i paid less than what the car is worth a year and 18,000 miles later, gangster.) i cried in frustration at least twice, j had to use the lawyer card, my credit union had to intervene and set them straight, my insurance company got all "oh no they didn't", and the internet rep we initially dealt with was red-faced embarrassed for her sales team.
all this during a very stressful move where we're coordinating job interviews, apartment hunting, and car buying from a thousand miles away and having to make arrangements to get everything done the one weekend we can get up here to settle it all before we move.
we priced everything, researched our options, made our choice, shopped around, made the internet reps fight each other for the best deal, found it, and made the appointment to sign. we arrived after driving up from los angeles and they began the encounter with "we sold your car yesterday, but we have this other one that is exactly the same for you." uuuh, not exactly the best approach with that, but sure, that happens all the time, whatever. WRONG!
after a few hours of arguing and bringing out the lawyer card, j finally got them to admit the car they were having us sign for was not comparable and required a price reduction (missing $500 worth of add-ons we didn't need, weren't getting, and sure as hell weren't going to pay for!); then they started playing games. they tried to get us to give up and leave by saying they called my credit union and were told i was only approved for a $20,000 loan and the car is $30,000, so oh well, kthxbi. nice try! i was actually approved for a $45,000 loan in advance because i've learned my lesson with these car loan people and my credit union is amazeballz... so i called them up, explained the heated situation and they said "ms. de la o, give me their number; i'll take care of this asap." and he did. for all you socal folks with teachers in your lives, i can't say enough good things about schools first federal credit union.
from there it's a blur (literally because my eyes were full of tears) of signatures and mumbled apologies from various other staff (not the idiot who started us off on such a great foot). we finally got to sit in the car and learn what all the buttons do so we don't crash the damn thing and all i wanted to do was go home and never look back. i have since taken the creme filling to the competitor dealership (that lost the bid by $100 that would have been money well spent; hind sight) for service because i refuse to set foot in that place ever again.
oh, and a.j. was with us the whole time, being the most patient eleven-year-old i have ever met. pasta bless him.
since, we have had fabulous adventures in our new home state in all weather with our lovely little a.w.d. mazda and we can put that terrible experience behind us. the end.