busy day.

     The week moved at it's own pace.  Neither running like a thoroughbred nor dragging.  Never heard anymore about my co worker's Amazon order.  Sister came home early 1 day.  That's about it.

     We use the same accountant.  Me mostly out of laziness.  Seriously I could do my own.  I generally like the man.  Small office feel, always some chit chat.  He was also the one that got me a refund from the state.  A big deal for me.  Was like $80.

     I only got a refund from the state once before.  It was, as I remember it $14.  Well, apparently I was wrong.  They demanded their money back and what I owed them.  Nothing huge, $20.  So needless to say I trust this guy.  My brother in law and sister use him too.

     She'd been harping on me about when I was going to get my taxes done, so I did.  Got a small bit back from the Federal.  It was a nice day as I remember.  Neither of them were up for food shopping and no one was going to go on Easter Sunday.  I'd already bought a spiral sliced ham earlier in the week.  Was still to large for the 3 of us.  Although I did use some of it for ham and eggs one night for dinner.

     After the taxes I hit the lounge.  Hung out for awhile.  Found out that the other fellow was going to be working that night.  Use full intel.  Nothing against him, just not someone I'd hang out with.

     I decided to hit 1 or 2 dealerships.  Stopped by the pre-owned Toyota dealership.  I'd seen a reasonable car on the web site.  Salesman I wanted to see wasn't in.  Spoke to the man that waited on me and he told me flat out he had nothing on the lot in my price range.  I didn't feel like arguing.  Off to the next.  It was Volkswagen.  I'd gone more than a decade ago on a rainy day.  I remember the dude wanted me to take a test drive that day.  I balked at the very idea, still not sure why.

     The person I should speak to, as the receptionist stated, was busy.  I looked around the show room floor.  I was descended upon by a slightly familiar face.  Dude with thinning red hair, friendly, damned familiar.  He began his spiel.  It was utter drivel.  Showed me a brochure.  Asked what I was looking for in a car.  Had an odd habit of putting the end of his glasses in his mouth.  Very odd.  He wanted me to test drive a Jetta, even though I didn't want one.  Just plain wasted my time.  When told they required my license for the test drive I said no.  That was that.  I walked back out to my car.  Lit a cigar and thought.  "Damn" I knew it now.  10 some odd years ago when I came to this dealership.  There was a red headed salesman here that on a rainy day wanted me to test drive a new VW Beetle.  Same damned dude.

     To be Continued...