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One Thing I Don’t Understand About These Car Salespeople
And two things they don’t understand about me
I couldn’t sleep.
It’s not unusual for me to wake up in the middle of the night, but this was different, I couldn't fall asleep. With my mind unable to switch off, I quietly rolled out of bed, put on my dressing gown and crept downstairs to my computer to write. All because I’d bought a car.
I had my old car for ten years. I loved it. It still looked like a shiny new penny and purred the miles like a cruise ship on a calm sea.
My wife had been at me to upgrade to something newer. “One more year,” I’d been telling her for the last three years. She was right, as always. My beloved car failed its yearly test. It was badly rusted underneath. Uneconomical to repair. I had to sell it for spares.
I always buy second-hand cars and keep them for as long as possible, a tactic that has served me well. If I like a car, why change it? Buying new means less worry over things going wrong, but getting the right second-hand one and looking after it has saved me a lot of money.
It was time for a change. I set my criteria and scoured the internet for something different. I booked a test drive for a second-hand BMW. The salesman had the car ready to go, but as soon…
