Well- I for one am terrifically impressed and think you did a wonderful job!!!! That's incredible!!!
I can't stand bargaining. Dan has to go buy cars alone. I start feeling sorry for the poor salesman who has to make a living doing this awful thing and I don't like my husband who is so MEAN to him. I start taking the salesman's side. Now we go out looking and I tell him what car I want, and then he leaves me at home and goes back. He says he can't take on the two of us.
When we got our new deck, we had gotten estimates from several companies and although I had been the one working with them on the design, when it came down to the money, Dan had to tell them not to talk to me at all. It just upsets me for some reason, even though I KNOW in my head, they are used to it and you have to do it, I HATE going back and forth and having them trying to outbid the other guy. I feel awful for the loser. I asked Dan if we couldn't get everyone together and split it up, they could share the job, so no one had to feel rejected. And if the man has little children I really suffer. Dan says why do you have to find out their life histories when you talk to people? YOu shouldn't do that.
I don't. They just tell me.
Ammo and I were in line for his Driver's license and on the third trip he said, "Mom, do you have to DO that?
"What?"
Talk to people all the time. It's so embarrassing."
"You weren't interested in how that man has lost his license five times in three years?"
"No. And I wasn't interested what pocket he carried his wallet in and that his wife had never lost hers. ANd I bet he didn't care how many times you've been here in three years either."
Odd. I found it all fascinating.
In the produce section of the supermarket yesterday, some poor woman was saying to her kids who were being terrible, "I knew I shouldn't have brought you. This is so unpleasant." And another woman said, "I tried never to bring mine." And I said, "I'm so glad mine are old enough to leave now."
And the second woman said, "My daughter is old enough to send to the store for me. She loves to go."
I said, "really? Does she go to Carroll?"
And pretty soon we discovered our kids were in the same class, and we were talking about the really inferior language department at the high school, and the third mom stood there listening, so I graciously included her by asking about the elementary schools. THere is a certain etiquette, like being hostess at a cocktail party.
Then she noticed her kids were throwing grapes at people as they walked by and she had to leave.
Ammo would have really hated that one.
I suppose it speaks volumes about my social life.
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