Toby and I made a trip to The City yesterday for what should be his last doctor's appointment. All is well. The doctor said, "You are healed." I'll buy into that. Why we had to go all the way to The City for him to say that, I don't understand - maybe it was the $30.00 co-pay. Anyway, we won't be going back, although the doc did want Toby to make an appointment for several months down the road. Pfft!
Of course we did some running around while in The City. We found the Brew Shop and bought some gadget for Toby and Jes' hard cider project. We stopped by the Sun, Ski, Sport for some tennis shoes and major suck-up from the salesmen who were bored on a Wed. afternoon. Toby bought some bicycle gadget while we were there, too. Then we moved on to the car lots. Yep, we have been looking at cars. My Camry is ten years old with 180,000 miles on it. It still runs great, and I love it, but it may be time for something new. Anyway, we have been looking.
Through the years of our marriage, we have had some pretty funny experiences with car dealers, who may be one step above vacuum cleaner salesmen. I have very little control over Toby when it comes to dealing with these guys, and I have learned to just sit back and go with the flow. Toby has been known to say and do outrageous things - he seems to thrive on it. Once, back in the day, we were looking at a big, nice, expensive four-door pick-up truck. The car salesman asked Toby what he did for a living. Toby replied, "I'm a trashman." Actually, he was the general manager of several trash companies in Northern NM and Co, but you should have seen the salesman's face when Toby said "trashman."
I could go on and on with Toby stories. You see, Toby has a slow West Texas drawl and he looks like a good ol' boy. He is a man of few words - rather quiet. Car salesmen seem to underestimate him and never pick up on his sense of humor. Sense of humor? More like evil mischief!
So, while were test driving a vehicle yesterday, I get a text from Jes saying that Frank had been locked in the barn all night and most of the day - bless his little heart. I shared this with Toby and the car salesman. Toby said, "Great for mouse control." Pause. Then he added, "Frank is the cat; not the neighbor." The salesman didn't see that one coming.
We continued to torture the salesmen, check out the new cars, and had a great day. It is kind of a test to see how sharp the salesmen really are and if they have any personality at all. Could we break their slick salesman persona? The kid at the Toyota place was not even worth the effort - poor thang. We will not go back there - being "babysat" by a kid just out of high school was ridiculous. We did not buy a vehicle, but we have a better idea of what we want.