John and I have been looking for a new vehicle. And by new, of course I mean used. After looking into prices, gas mileage, and space, we have decided to buy a minivan. Yes, a minivan. I am going to drive a minivan. No offense to anyone who drives a minivan, but I am way too awesome to drive a minivan.
We can't afford much right now (we are still paying on Porgie's hospital bills, our bedroom furniture, and various credit card bills). In an effort to be fiscally responsible, we have been looking at used car dealerships. Things have not been going too well.
A few weeks ago, John went to a dealership down the street from our house. He saw three vans that seemed to meet our criteria. Unfortunately, the first two vehicles would not start. While test driving the third van, it broke down. Obviously we are not buying a minivan from that dealership.
Yesterday, we went to another dealership. They had a minivan that appeared to be in very nice condition. Upon closer inspection, it became evident that the van was a piece of crap. The inside smelled like a damn zoo. I swear, they had to be keeping monkeys in the back or something. It was rank. Then, we noticed that the side trim was being held in place by duct tape. You heard me correctly - duct tape. However, the minivan did run really good. So, we approached the salesman about lowering the price - BECAUSE THE SIDE WAS BEING HELD TOGETHER WITH DUCT TAPE. He absolutely refused to come down on the price. There is no way in hell I am paying $7,000 for a van that is held together with duct tape and smells like a zoo.
So, the search continues. It is actually incredibly hard to find the time to go car shopping. And finding a decent minivan for under $10,000 is next to impossible. Wish me luck in my quest to become a boring housewife.