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DomImus -> I guess I need a GPS (5/15/2010 2:00:34 PM)
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I am shopping for a used vehicle for my soon to be a high school graduate offspring. I have been scouting Craigslist for about the last week and a half. I found one possible candidate this morning and called this morning about 11:30am to see if it was still available and to get some additional information that was not in the advertisement. The gentleman answered the phone with a very thick Indian or Pakistani (or somewhere nearby - it really doesn't matter) accent. When I could barely understand him say "four cylinder" I knew where this was headed. I told him that I was very interested in coming by to see the car and it would be about 4:00pm before I could do so. He said that would be fine or at least I think he did. I asked for the address so that I could enter it into Google Maps and get directions since I was at home at the time. He said just to call before I arrived and he would give me the address. I reluctantly agreed and now was ever so sure how this would end. I called him on the way home from picking up said offspring to get directions. "Are you using GPS?" "No, sir. That is why I asked for your address this morning while I had access to a computer to get directions." Halfway through the directions I had to interrupt him, thank him for his time and end the call. There was absolutely no way he was going to be able to give me the directions in any manner I could understand. The sad thing is that he has been trying to sell this car all week. I have seen three separate ads he has placed for it. It is exactly the make and model I am looking for in the exact price range I am looking for. I have cash in hand. The car would likely be sitting in my driveway right now and we'd both be happy campers if he would only have given me the address when I asked. He was only too happy to give it to me when I called back. I fail to see what the difference was. When I hung up the phone I was so pissed off I could not see straight. Save the "ugly American" lectures. My ex wife already beat you to it years ago and I happen to embrace my ugly American side when it rears its ugly head. It's one of my more endearing qualities. No question... just needed to vent.
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