Well I can't describe how p***** off and dissapointed I am right now.
After Friday leaing me a wreck with the leasing company losing paperwork, finding paperwork, wrong paperwork, right paperwork, we FINALLY got the nod to go pick up our car late in the afternoon. We get to the dealer and there she is, Nigella, in all her beautiful glory. Dealer gies us a run through of the car, my wife is all gooey and weak at the knees - this car represents a lot of things culminating in our lies to this point, its more than just our first sport coupe, so much more. I hae some final paperwork to sign and the dealer notices that Nigella isn't FULL of petrol so says he will be back in ten. Twnty mintues. Thirty minutes. Where is our f$*kin car? Thoughts that he has smashed it start going through my head when he finally shows up. Nigella is in the workshop. A warning light came on after he filled her up. They suspect dodgy fuel, or water getting in with the fuel. They need to drain it, change all the filters, sorry can't gie you the car today, come back Monday afternoon.
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I almost became that guy. You know that guy? The one who does his block in the middle of the dealership? Thankfully a tiny part of my brain was able to rationalise it, it wasn't the salesman's fault, just one of those things, and better now than ten minutes down the road in peak hour traffic. So I just got out of there, before I did something to embarres myself and my wife, I was absolutly seething - I didn't want to be that guy. But we were there, right there, ready to drie off with Nigella and it was ripped away. Some people might think I am oerreacting because it's just a car, but as I said earlier, this represents so much more to us at this point.
Now we hae to wait a bit more.