Embellishment

Last night I went on what I hope will be a final test-drive. My boyfriend needs a car this summer, when he'll start making rounds at area hospitals, so we've been renting Zip Cars (which are great btw) and getting a sense of what the dealerships have to offer.

Since he's now studying for the most heinous test in the world (otherwise known as the Step 1 Boards), I went to scout one final car last night.

We've come a long way from our first experience, where we jumped in the car and exchanged Bonnie and Clyde smirks, thinking about diving into the sunset…before the salesman hopped in the back.

As the salseman clambered into the passanger seat last night, he breezily asked me if I was married - since single girls must never show up and buy cars on their own. I said I had a boyfriend. Then, in his thick Cayman Island accent, he asked me if I was from Europe. I said I was from Maine, but that my boyfriend spends a lot of time in Holland.

When we got back from our test drive loop, I thanked him and pre-empted any need to sit down and discuss deals (as we've found, I seem to have a knack for being curt and getting us out of there before they pull out their slick salesman stunts), by saying that I loved the car but that my boyfriend would have to come drive it, since it would be, after all, his car.

Before releasing me, the salesman wanted to introduce me to his boss. I stood in front of the two men while the salesman filled the boss in: "So she wants the car, but her fiancé needs to see it. He's flying in from Holland tonight." Turning to me with a wink, "Since they haven't seen each other for a long time, we know that they probably have better things to do tonight than look at this car. Heh heh heh. But, in case you want to come by, we'll be here until 9 pm."

Fiance. Lives in Holland. Wants to buy car. We'll be back before 9 pm. Keep on dreaming.