So the saga continues with my accident and now I am hearing that my car is a total loss. Dude, do what you gots to do to get me a dolla so I can get a car already. The fusion is killing my game.

So I go into a Volvo dealer to look at wagons, yes, Im infatuated with wagons. So the salesman was literally on his way to skid row but decided to do some car sales before. He was such a thug.

I asked him if he had any V50’s to show me. His answer: “Yeah man, 1”

“Okay….1 in your lot? 1 in So Cal? 1 in the US?” Who are we fooling with that rude answer…

He proceeds to tell me that I am a “lady” and who wants to be “grown up” if Im busy looking at wagons. So I asked him to show me a car that he thought would suit me more- he takes me to a car that was the size of my foot basically.  So I act interested just to get the thug off of me and I ask him for a catalog so I can learn more, his reply: “Nah  man…this is the last catalog in the lot but you can go online and print it out yourself”

Wow. Well folks, until I find out what I am getting for my accident, I have decided to retire on my search.

Moral of the story: Even thugs can sell you cars by insulting you and calling you a lady and then telling you to print out your own catalog.

Oh Jeff…I’ll see you on skid row picking your teeth just the way I first saw you when pulling into the lot.