There's a lady who's in charge of the paperwork who stayed at her
desk and with whom I got more done in five minutes than I had in
hours of talking to the other guy and waiting for him to run
around talking to his superiors seeing if this or that was okay.
This lady should be selling the cars.
I do have insurance now, at least, so I should be able to get
my car by Monday. It's a gold Saturn. I don't like cars, but I need
to get one.
Fri Jun 23 2000 16:40:
I am not in a good mood. I spent yesterday and all of today trying
to get a car. The guy my mother put in charge of selling me a car,
a man with whom she has dealt with in the past, is completely
incompetent. At several points I thought he was trying to cheat me, but he
is just incompetent. My mother says she "feel[s] sorry for him".
If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that you do not enter
into large-scale business transactions with people because you feel
sorry for them. There's probably a reason why you feel sorry for
them. I am amazed that my mother has not learned this lesson.
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