Do you have any chapstick? My lips are real sore.

I was on the phone with my boss. The man kept calling and calling. Finally I answered and said I can’t talk right now, is this an emergency? He said yes. I need your social. I said “wtf for?” Then I gave it to him and went back to my phone call with my boss. Ya know, the one who signs my checks and doesn't like to hold.

Anyway, about a half hour later I get a text message, “are you done yet” so I called him.

He was trading in his truck. The new truck he just bought TWENTY days ago. I was shaking my head trying to figure it out. Twenty short days ago (the same day I bought my new car) he bought a 2006 Ford 4 door. Three days later he had an alarm put in and had the windows tinted. Because, well, one must have tinted windows whilst one lives in the scorching desert.

Anyway, we got a letter from Ford that said he needed to take it in for an inspection because whomever traded it in was from out of State. Fine. He took it down today. Mind you that up until today he liked the truck except for the five and a half foot bed and the lack of a non-dimming rear view mirror. Wtfever. I guess it really is the little things.

So, while waiting for the truck to come back from the inspection (because he thought he could be a big boy and wait it out all brave and strong) our original salesman stopped to hi, ask how we were liking the new vehicles, and it went downhill from there.

I had to meet him at the dealer to sign the paperwork. Needless to say, we are now the proud owners of a 2007 Ford F150, long bed. The upsides, the payment only went up $32, they took the other truck straight across; we qualified for 0.9% financing so our entire finance charge will be something in the neighborhood of $1,200 at the end of the loan and we don’t have a payment until May 13 - which was über sweet because we hadn’t made the first payment on the other truck yet. I guess he did alright.

While we were sitting there waiting for them to wash the new truck, he put his hand on my leg and said “wanna humpalot? New trucks make me horny.”

I looked at him and said “really? Because spending money makes me want to throw up.”