3Pooches version 3.5

I think our brains were getting tired and weren’t calculating well

 

Ain't that the truth.

 

We'll have to go back and try.

 

Definitely by this fall, Chris’ truck will be ready by then.

 

And I may not have a schedule to keep. And maybe clearing some views on that new lot!

 

Backordered on Amazon.

 

So yesterday I went to look at a used Audi S3. Low-ish miles, pretty well-equipped. More than likely a lease turn-in. I battle traffic to get to Rockville. Dude brings the car around and I'm thinking I'll be buying a car soon. He walks me around and points out two pretty nasty curb rashes on wheels, says they're going to be repaired. Sure, my guy. I open the car door and am immediately hit with the smell of smoke. I'm like nah. I tell dude that I'm not even interested in driving it. He tries to suck me back in, "they'll put a bomb in it to get rid of the odor." Sure, for a few days. I know how hard it is to get rid of the odor. I'm also thinking to myself: why wasn't ANY of this done to prepare the car for sale? Don't make me promises that you have no intention of keeping. Then I notice the dealer upsells added to the price. Some kind of Low-Jack system for $500 and some other kind of "protection" thing for the car. Doesn't describe what it is, and the company website doesn't either. That's $700. I want neither. I'm turned off and leave.

Sales manager texts me on the way home. Tells me about a brand new S3, and they're offering $8500 off MSRP. Damn good price, but I sense shenanigans. Only one way to find out...

Will dealerships ever realize that all of this stuff will eventually kill the business? I don't think so either. On both accounts.

/rant

 

I want low jack and “protection”!

 

I can sell it to you for the low price of $1200 plus taxes and processing fees.

 

Sounds like a bargain

 

Take my money!

 

I already did. It's in my pocket. Speaking of which, I owe you some change.

 

We good

 

Did you ever tell the Airbnb owner about the weeping kitchen floor?

 

I did. When we stopped at Buc-ee's.

 

My dad used to say "there's an asshole for every seat." No need to change.

 

Well now they're selling me another car!