New Smell

I left the new vehicle at the dealership yesterday for undercoating and fabric treatment. I drove a loaner car - a Civic. It was a good zippy little car but tinny.

When I stepped up to the cashier's window to return the Civic and pay for the treatments, the cashier was busy eating a candy bar and slurping a large slushy drink. It was 4:30pm. I hope that wasn't her lunch.

She was friendly through her chewing until I questioned the amount on the invoice I owed.

I asked if the difference between the quote and this number was sales tax. She said no, it couldn't be.

Slurp.

We found my salesman and he had the original order I signed. Yes, it was sales tax.

Slurp. Chew. Do you want the Visa receipt attached to the paperwork?

I hope she doesn't end up with thighs like mine.

'til later