When Ali asked me to help her find a used car for Ava I thought, “She’ll thank me forevermore!” because this is exactly the kind of thing we parents were created for.
Wanting to show my daughter and granddaughter I was equal to the task…
I researched, when buying a used car, the 25 questions you should ask.
I even looked into how I should act…should I smile, sneer or scoff…
and how I need to look responsible, mature but not too wealthy or well-off.
Responsible, mature but not wealthy or well-off…well here’s a little fact…
that description fits me to a tee…I wouldn’t even have to act!
A button-up shirt with a collar…something in greens or blues…
no expensive jewelry…and please…no worn out shoes.
When we met Ali and Ava at the used car dealer I was a wonder to be seen
comfortable shoes, blue jeans and a button-up shirt…I chose the color green.
I was cool, calm, collected…didn’t want to appear tyrannical…I was ready with my questions about mileage and any problems electronic…or mechanical.
I looked over the car with Ali…ready with my questions to amaze and to inspire….
to show I knew what I was doing…I even kicked a tire.
My plan was to ask insightful questions then render my opinion and support…
but Ali had the answers already in her own Carfax report.
Ali did all the negotiating…in fact the only thing I could think to say…
Was…can you tell me please…the color of this car…is it brown or is it gray?
As I was ready to enter the negotiations…to put my prowess on display…
Ali closed the deal…got the car she wanted at the price she wanted to pay.
I’m sure my reasoning is correct here…that my thinking’s not bizarre…
and whenever Ali’s asked how she managed to get such a good deal on Ava’s car…
She will look that person in the eye…
Think of me…and the truth she will not skirt….
“I’m pretty sure,” she’ll say with a smile, “it was due to my dad’s shirt.
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