Jan 03, 2013 19:30
--Or my father buys a convertable in January.
Again, he makes a purchase without consulting me, at all.
This afternoon, he went on an errand, and I called his cell phone to relay somebody else's phone message and find out why he had stayed out longer than usual. He tells me "Come over here to the bank and pick me up."
And so I go there and he tells me to leave Moonshine there and come with him in the truck...
...We go to a used car place in Morristown that is an apparent subsidiary of Fox Motors of Clinton. And I watch him sign paperwork to take delivery of--
--A 1998 Volkswagen Golf Cabrio. White paint and white top. Lower mileage than on my own car.
He took a test drive in it, and then eventually I got the keys to drive it back to Rather Manor, and then he took me back to the bank to get Moonshine back as well.
He didn't trade in his truck either. We're back to being a three-car household.
Pictures to come.
money,
weirdness,
driving,
car chase,
dad,
shopping,
banks,
cars,
family,
vw