
A minivan is in no way sexy. It does not say LV, Gucci, Marc Jacobs or Tory Burch but to me it says “smarty pants”. I was so excited at my decision that I told my father and actually attempted to buy it while my husband was out of the country. My father immediately said that I could not buy a car without my husband. Knowing full well what he meant, I immediately said “Why, not? It took all I had to control my laughter because I knew he would give me the expected answer. He raised three strong mind, willed independent women. I left that day laughing as I proceeded to find a great deal despite being a woman.
It has been almost three weeks and still no car. Part of it is that I really don't like car shopping and there just did not seem to be enough time to visit every dealer. I could not understand why I hated shopping. I am truly a recovering shopaholic. It hit me like a ton of bricks as I sat in the VW Dealership of Jeff D'AMbrosia Downingtown and overheard the finance guy on the phone with a customer. He was explaining that they could close any loan no matter the situation. I guess the fish bought the bait as he hung up with a smile and then proceeded to talk about his new fish. I left in disbelief after they attempted to sell me a dirty car.
Trying to make things easier I called all the dealerships who had the minivans I wanted. Everyone was so pleasant on the phones but in person their true identity emerged. Between the blatant lies at Conicelli Honda , the dismissive behavior at Sport Norristown , and the price increase at Northeast Car Connection I decided that maybe a root canal is not so bad and I hate the dentist.
I will be resuming my search this month with my husband in tow and I can't wait to see the responses. Do you think I will get better treatment with my husband?









