I remember that cold day in October three years ago as I walked down the endless rows of new and used cars. I was oblivious to the sounds of the congested afternoon traffic around me. All that was on my mind was anticipation, a little hope, and a checkbook in my pocket that seemed to weigh so heavy despite the lack of funds it represented. It was only a matter of time before one of the salesmen would notice me wandering aimlessly through the car lot and eagerly approach me. In the meantime I continued to inspect each car carefully. I felt like a child in a toy store who wanted the most expensive toy but only had a handful of change. I was lost in the moment when I heard, "Can I help you with something?"
I had been waiting to hear those words for what seemed like an eternity and now I could finally get down to business. As we shook hands the salesman introduced himself as David Bur
A few minutes later I was sitting in an office sipping on a cup of stale coffee while David and another man were running numbers through a computer. As I sat there and waited my anticipation transformed into nervousness. I visualized myself driving home in that Integra to help ease my mind. My nervousness ultimately became disappointment when David returned to inform me that it would be impossible to finance the Integra. I was young with almost no credit history but I still had to pretend to be surprised, that it could not be possible, that there was some sort of mistake. He ignored my denial and told me that there was another nice car that I might be interested in, and that it was more or less in my price range. I reluctantly agreed to take a look at this mystery car.
ke. He was a stocky guy with a firm handshake. There was no sign of desperation in his eyes which was a relief. Remembering what my dad told me I sub
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