We indeed purchased a Honda Civic this past Saturday. We paid sticker price but had them throw in floor mats, a CD player and security system. That's as much as we could haggle. Haggling is probably on our top five list of verbs that (1) we are horrible at (2) makes us long for childhood and lack of responsibility.
Out of fear of damaging the car, we have only driven it twice. Considering that the dealership only offered us $100 for my Tempo (the nerve!), and we still have that car in our possession, not driving the Civic is quite easy.
But, on Sunday, I took the Civic out to the supermarket. As I'm driving it around the parking lot looking for a good, safe parking spot, the fear sets in. Everywhere I look, I see a possible scratch source -- young children pushing shopping carts, women just casting their empty carts into the street, kids on skateboards.
I hate being aware of even more stress-inducing details.
To top things off, I set off my own car alarm. I panicked, not because I didn't know how to turn it off but because I have become one of those people I used to have so little patience for -- the car alarm people.
But we're delighted with our purchase.
Just having the Civic in our garage makes us happy. It's like, "sure we still drive a beat-up old Tempo, but you should see our other car."
