Stick in the Eye

Couldn't you just poke a stick in my eye, instead? Yes, we spent Saturday at a car dealership. Diane's ride is 12 years old and pushing 195k. It may have some miles left on it but who wants to breakdown in the middle of nowhere. A month ago we went through the drill and she narrowed her 3 choices (Forester, CR-V, and RAV4) down to two(CR-V, RAV4). On Friday she narrowed it down to one(CR-V). She took care of a bigwig from the large dealership group who said he would get her the best deal possible(Could it have been the residual effects of the anesthesia?). We set out to the Honda dealer and she said she wanted to just sit in the RAV-4 one more time. Well, she sat, she drove and now has changed her mind. That was OK because her buddy, Sal, covered this dealer as well. We decided on a model and the salesman found the car she wanted. We got a quote and then that is when we pulled out our Ace. "We know Sal!" I think his answer was , "Sal who?". He called his boss and found out that Sal left the companies 2 weeks ago. That was OK because our guy was going to give us the same deal that Sal could have given us. Right.  Now the fun begins. Diane wanted leather seats. The guy said no problem, we will add that at no charge(usually 2,000 bucks). We go round and round and I get up head for the door a couple of times to get the price down even lower. It was the end of the month and that is supposed to be a good to deal. I liked the price but the T, T, T boosted it up, of course. I gave him a figure, an out the door figure, and said that is what I am prepared to spend today to get this car out of your inventory. He talked to his boss and he ok'd it.  We had just bought a new car. Like I said, couldn't you just poke a stick in my eye, instead!