My Husband Buys Cars
My husband makes car deals
He has bought thirty-eight cars for us and others
He loves the bantering of prices
Something I despise
I am used to walking
We get so close, but they will not come down
To the price he wants
Insists on
So we walk.
We have walked away from more deals than we have closed
We walked away from eleven car deals in a row once
At ten different dealers
They always think we love the car too much to walk.
There is always another car; we know that.
At one point he turned to ask me if we had a check.
I almost fell off the chair.
We were buying one!
I had become so used to walking
I had not thought to bring one
And neither had he.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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