So, last November, we bought a gold 1998 Chrysler Seabring Convertible. It’s not been doing so well lately (which makes me very grateful we didn’t sell it to my sister.) Anyway, Matt had plans today to do some car shopping, or at least some very serious looking around. I was going to go with him and see if my parents could watch my kids for a bit while we looked around. They randomly decided to go to Idaho for the long weekend and so I just stayed home. It ended up being a really great thing that I wasn’t there.

We had a very specific idea of what we were going to pay, what we needed as a trade-in on our old car and stuff like that. Matt found a green 2006 Dodge Stratus that seemed like it would work, so he went in to haggle with the sales people. First offer was double what we wanted in the way of a monthly payment and less than half of what we needed on a trade-in. They haggled some more and got another offer. It was still about $60 more a month than what our max payment was. . . this is the funny part. The conversation went something like this. . .


Matt: “If I take home this car with a monthly payment of $60 more than our max, my wife will castrate me, cook my balls and serve them as hors d' vores to the neighbors!”


Sales Person: (after writing down word for word what Matt said) “Will you sign this so I can take it to my financial guys so they’ll know you really said it?”


Matt agreed to sign the paper. Not long after, the salesman came back with a price that we could deal with and a trade-in value of $1700 more than what we paid for on our car. See, if I’d been there, it really wouldn’t have worked quite as nicely now, would it?


Although, what Matt said could be considered to be quite shocking and frankly pretty gross, it certainly got the job done, and his new car is so pretty.