Little did I know how horrendous this situation would become; the problems are like weeds in a flower bed. This week has been so hellish it has driven me to hopelessness … almost.
Monday’s appointment with the car dealer went the same as the last time that Bob, Jen and I talked with him; nowhere. We waited around for an hour while he supposedly made calls about an Impala.
Although he is pleasant and easy, Bob is a huge, intimidating man. He was asked to move his truck and then…
The dealer approached me, “I’m sorry, I know that I asked you to come but the car won’t be here till later. You will really like this car,” and so on. “It will be at your house around 4:30 or 5:00pm. If not, it will be tomorrow morning.”
Back at home, I called Dan. “What happened? You were supposed to be at the meeting.”
“Oh, I forgot,” he sighed. “Listen, I have something going on, I’ll call you back.”
He didn’t, so I called him the next day. After all, this man took my Oldsmobile, brought cars to my house and drove me to the car lot.
“Look, I’m on the way over there now,” Dan blurted, “call me in twenty-five minutes.”
This is when the going gets tough. After Dan reached the car lot; he had the dealer call me. I am lied about, chastised, aaand issued an ultimatum. I am not aware the phone is on speaker, that I have been set-up.
“You need to leave Danny alone,” the dealer warns, “stop calling him; stop going to his house. Everyone needs a place to go at the end of the day where they can have peace and be left alone. You need to stop calling his house.
“He made very little profit in this … I promise, I’m going to help you but you need to leave Danny alone.” All with a smile in his voice.
Suddenly there is dead air; I am stunned. None of this is true.
“So what’s it going to be?” the dealer pushed.
“Okay,” I came back, “we can leave Dan out of this. Is the car coming today that you promised?”
The dealer is quick, “I’ll get back with you.”
Scott called that night; I was furious and let him know it.
On Wednesday, Jen and I are in the driveway havin’ a few words before she leaves for work. Dan, his wife and son pull up. Bob comes out from across the street and there is a heated discussion about my non-existing car.
Red-faced and shaken, I insisted, “I have never been to your house or called your house. As for this car dealer, how dare he call my home and give me an ultimatum.”
“You have called me 5 or 6 times,” Dan countered.
Rage is at the surface, “I have only called the number you told me to call, the one on the business card … your cell number.”
Dan turned the conversation to try and place blame on me for this nightmare. Jen came unglued and Bob blew up. Dan listened for a minute, then left.
It is noon Thursday, April 19, 2012…
No car yet.
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
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Our heartfelt prayers go out to Dick Clark’s family. He will be greatly missed. Rest in glory, dear friend.
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