In anticipation of the baby, well, we decided it was time to trade in my sporty, little Acura RSX for a bigger car. You know, because of all the baby shit and stuff that we're going to have. So, after three weekends back to back, much diligent research on The Fella's part, test-driving, and suburb-hopping from one dealer to another, we left Dealer No. 4 today with a new (to us), pre-owned 2011 Hyundai Sonata!
On a whim, we both played hooky from work today to focus on baby stuff, i.e. negotiating cars and painting nursery. It was a very productive way to spend a Tuesday playing hooky. That's a sign of maturity, right?? We drove all the eff out to Monee, Illinois, which apparently is referred to as a Village and where gas is an unheard of $3.55 (compared to $4.50 everywhere else in my zip code). It's 33 miles outside of the city, people. I was not about to do this again. I'd like to say that we "won" because the dealer ended up backing down a lot from his price and meeting very close to our optimal price. It took a lot of "good cop, bad cop" role playing (or "nice husband, mean wife"––but, is it really role playing? Hahahah). I'm like the Tiger Mama of car buying. I learned it from my own :)
Bye-bye, beloved Acura. How I loved you so! You've been good to me for six years, and before then my sweet Acura Integra. We've been through a lot in Miami, then taking The Fella and I onto our new life in the Midwest, and several good years in the 312. One day, we shall meet again...
And hello, new Hyundai Sonata! You're beautiful, blue-silver prismatic, and I really hope you don't get beat up on the mean streets of Wicker Park.
The baby better appreciate all your space.
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