After finishing up my post yesterday about getting a car in Austin, I grabbed my bag, changed out of the sweatpants I was living in all
week day, and jumped in the rental car to pick up Dave. I made my way to his office, pulled up, and he jumped in and said “Are you happy?? We’re getting a car today!”
And the answer was I was happy. Not exactly about the getting a car part, though. More that the car extravaganza would be over in about two hours and I could go back to thinking about cars right around.. never again. But life doesn’t always go the way we plan. If it did, we wouldn’t have sayings like “when life gives you lemons..” throw those bad boys back and aim really well. So the story begins.
…[envision Wayne’s World flashback music here]
We get to the dealership, and our awesome happy-go-lucky salesman greets us and brings us into his office to get everything started–“everything” being the actual lease application, car detailing and accessories session, getting insurance process, and immense endless boredom. Dave and I were all set up for this epic two hour adventure with a sweet ‘lil snack pack: sour cream and onion potato chips, pretzels, yogurt, a granola bar, and a diet Dr. Pepper. Yes. It tastes like real Dr. Pepper.
We were asked to give our personal information, salaries, name of first born (probably Chloe. Don’t tell dave. Dave, don’t freak out–I’m not thinking about kids. We’re not even married. I’m not even thinking about marriage! But her name will quite possibly be Chloe), and I happily ate my Strawberry Dannon yogurt thinking, “Hey, this isn’t that bad!” (the process, not the yogurt. though the yogurt wasn’t bad either).
Once that part was done, our salesman went into his manager’s office with all our info to submit it to Honda. All we needed was to Honda approve it all, and that would be it! We would be free! Weeee!! But then he came back out and said “Hey guys, we made an error. We need to talk to you… can you come in and we’ll explain?”
Cue internal thoughts while I walked towards the glass door of their office in slow motion:
- Okay so they’re going to tell us our credit isn’t actually good, it’s zero. We’re having credit fail.
- The car isn’t really available, someone else already leased it.
- Woops! It’s going to cost a million more than we said!
Turns out it was option C. They made a mistake with a decimal point on the lease write-up… and the car would actually be about $1,500 more over three years than they initially quoted. The look on the sales manager’s face was like a kid’s hand caught in a cookie jar as she apologized profusely saying she understood if we didn’t want the car anymore. They just couldn’t do anything about the price. No specials, nothing. Then they both left the room so Dave and I could talk it over.
We stared at each other in silence for three minutes. Then we laughed.
This was literally the only Honda Civic within thirty miles… and we just didn’t want to deal with cars anymore! After five more minutes of debate and staring at each other, the sales people walked back in. We all looked at each other without a clue what to do. Then someone in the room had an epiphany–can we get an Accord instead at a similar rate??
YES! YES WE COULD!
And so, the second phase of the night began: frantic calls to Honda to change the order, a quick review of the Accord model, a favor called in to get us a free loner car until the Accord arrives (about two weeks… tear), and insurance to cover the loner. All in fifteen minutes.
For now we’re driving a gigantic Honda Pilot. It makes me feel like a five year old trying on my mom’s heels. Or a cowboy.