I turned in the paper work for the CARS program before leaving for California with the hope of getting one of the stripped down models of the Versa sometime soon. I got an email from my sales guy, Clay, that Nissan would no longer take cash for clunkers after noon today, so I had to come in and buy something or forget about it. Clay looked all over the mid-west for my car-- manual, blue, stripped and cheap. He could not find a ONE. He said the government program had everyone hording. Cars were not being necessarily sold, but "spoken for" because the sale was not an immediate one. Okay, so what were my choices? I could take anyone on the lot and there was not a blue one to choose from. My dad did not want me to get a black car, because it gets so hot and looks so dirty but it was the cheapest one they had. White is pretty, but the interior is light tan- I had visions of chocolate skid marks on the seat and people asking me, "ooh, what's that?" The black interior was dark charcoal; I could smear chocolate, spill coffee and draw with a sharpie marker and no one would really see it. In Wisconsin, every car color is dirty in the winter and the heat issue is only a problem maybe one or two months out of the year, if that. My dad is thinking with his California mindset. I'm not paying an extra couple of hundred dollars for silver when I don't even like silver. Why are these decisions so hard for me? Anyway, I picked the black one and signed the papers. I still don't get the car... not yet because there's more paperwork to do. As much as I LOVE Obama for giving me $4500, I'm not sure it's that big a fix. It wasn't enough to get our country into deeper debt, he wanted me to get in deeper too.
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