To shorten the veeery loooong story of touring Northern Indiana car dealerships in single-digit weather, allow me to simply say that she got right up to the point of signing for a new car when the finance guy intervened. Since Miss Bee was paying with credit union loan, the dealership saw its fat nut of interest disappear and wasn’t willing to meet her price. Seeing as she was there with Dad (the tough law guy); Tom and Chad (the Queer Eyes for The Straight Girl Who Goes Car Shopping) and Dave (Captain Argument), she had all the forces of intimidation at hand. Just goes to show you…never send the rest of the lot to do the Katherinian Business. As they were all trying to cure their nasal frostbite, I looked up the car she wanted on Carmax.com. There it was, with $2500 knocked off the dealer’s price, and $502 less than the price she was trying to get the dealer to give her. It was used—with a grand total of 680 miles on it. Hello! Someone else ate the initial depreciation!
Miss Bee paid a $150 transfer fee to bring the car from NC, which was then applied to the total price. Last night she and The Clan drove to Indianapolis to pick up the new baby. I lived vicariously through the magic of cellphones, but insisted she name it. All things in my world–animate and inanimate–have names. Cars must be named with the letters A-Z in the order of purchase. (Your first car is an “A” name, etc.) I’m forcing my poor younger sister to adhere to my odd personal culture. How nice for her.
The car’s official name is Athena. In my sister’s words, it is because the car is beautiful, blue like the Greek flag and she likes the name “Athena.” I of course insisted that it also because she made a wise purchase and the actual car sprang fully-formed from my head. And I’m kinda like Zeus. Except I’m not a god and I’ve never turned into a bird to rape some poor girl.
It just now occurs to me to feel sorry for my family members.