Car shopping sucks.  It’s a terrible process.  You never feel like you’re getting a good deal, always feel like you’re getting the short end of the stick and are damn sure that you’re being taken advantage of when it comes to the value of your trade in.  The wife and I have recently found ourselves in a situation where we are in the market for a new car.  Not cause we want to, but cause my car has taken it up itself to break down about once every 2 weeks.  I love driving it, but with that reliability track record it’s time for it to go.

But I digress… we decided to hit the car dealerships the other night to begin this disaster of a process.  We figured (incorrectly) that we could bring the boys along with us while we checked some stuff out.  We were in the first dealership for about 4 minutes before we realized the folly of our ways.

Both C and G were absolutely having a ball “driving’ all of the cars in the showroom.  I’m not sure that the employees of that nice quiet dealership on a quiet Wednesday evening were thrilled with it but that’s not my problem.  At one point, I looked over and the C-man was checking out the beautiful interior of a Honda Element.  He was taking a special interest in the rear view mirror.  I think you know where this is headed so I won’t beat around the bush… pop.  Next thing I knew, the rear view mirror was siting between the seats and C looked at me and said, “I broke the car.”

We managed to get out of there without getting Dad arrested or charged way too much for a repair.  Not sure what we’re going to end up buying, but I can bet you bottom dollar that it won’t be a Honda Element.  I mean, with shoddy craftsmanship like that, who’d want one?