Along4TheRide
08-03-2005, 10:36 PM
Thought I'd share this one with you folks.
When my wife and I were near the final closing on the car, our salesman pulled out the manual, and proceeded to 'Mr. Roger' it in front of us. That is to say, he held the book up open with one hand, and turned the page with the other hand. As his did this, he went through a rather detailed description of what was on that page. We would have busted out laughing if we weren't so damn tired and hungry.
It turns out that when it was all said and done, we had to sign a checklist saying that we, amonst other things, were fully reviewed of the users manual by the salesperson. Okay, that explained that.
So, we leave the dealership, and drive across the street to an Appleby's. I'm in my truck following behind my wife in the new car. She kills it on the first light. I suppress a snicker, knowing that she probably could hear me from where she was. She pulls into the parking lot, and picks out a spot on the side of the restraunt that has a number of windows along the side from which the patrons inside can look out.
As we are walking away, I looked back at the car, and gently reminded her that she should watch out for the curbs, 'cause the front of the car is rather low and might just jam up the air dam. We wouldn't want that now, would we?
While we were in the restraunt, we could see the car from the window, and noticed how the people seated at the windows near the car were climbing over each other to look at it. My wife and I smiled that knowing smile. I hat to admit it, but it was rather fun having them oogling over our new toy.
Okay, fast forward to the exodus. I'm getting into my truck, and the wife is getting ready to pull out, or rather back up. I happen to glance over in her direction before I leave, and much to my horror I see the car lurch up onto the curb, not quite clearing the edge, and bounce back down again, firmly whacking the underside of the plastics. I panicked. Before I could get out of the truck and run over to her, she repeats this gut-wrenching scene. By the time I do get to her window, I find her struggling desperately with the shift-lever, trying in vane to find that elusive reverse gear. I knocked on the window, and she turned toward me, eyes wide and obviously in a mixed state of panic and fustration.
"You have to pull it over...". I was gesturing in the air when she abrubtly cut me off.
"I am, but it won't go!"
"You have to pull it over, push down, then pull back".
It snapped right into place.
By now, the crowd gathering in the window in front of us was wondering if Appleby's was going to have a new drive-through service.
"You know," she said later, "with all of that wonderful narration of the users manual that ______ gave us, you'd think that showing us how to get the damn car into reverse would have crossed his mind".
I knew better than to try to contribute anything constructive to that conversation. ;)
When my wife and I were near the final closing on the car, our salesman pulled out the manual, and proceeded to 'Mr. Roger' it in front of us. That is to say, he held the book up open with one hand, and turned the page with the other hand. As his did this, he went through a rather detailed description of what was on that page. We would have busted out laughing if we weren't so damn tired and hungry.
It turns out that when it was all said and done, we had to sign a checklist saying that we, amonst other things, were fully reviewed of the users manual by the salesperson. Okay, that explained that.
So, we leave the dealership, and drive across the street to an Appleby's. I'm in my truck following behind my wife in the new car. She kills it on the first light. I suppress a snicker, knowing that she probably could hear me from where she was. She pulls into the parking lot, and picks out a spot on the side of the restraunt that has a number of windows along the side from which the patrons inside can look out.
As we are walking away, I looked back at the car, and gently reminded her that she should watch out for the curbs, 'cause the front of the car is rather low and might just jam up the air dam. We wouldn't want that now, would we?
While we were in the restraunt, we could see the car from the window, and noticed how the people seated at the windows near the car were climbing over each other to look at it. My wife and I smiled that knowing smile. I hat to admit it, but it was rather fun having them oogling over our new toy.
Okay, fast forward to the exodus. I'm getting into my truck, and the wife is getting ready to pull out, or rather back up. I happen to glance over in her direction before I leave, and much to my horror I see the car lurch up onto the curb, not quite clearing the edge, and bounce back down again, firmly whacking the underside of the plastics. I panicked. Before I could get out of the truck and run over to her, she repeats this gut-wrenching scene. By the time I do get to her window, I find her struggling desperately with the shift-lever, trying in vane to find that elusive reverse gear. I knocked on the window, and she turned toward me, eyes wide and obviously in a mixed state of panic and fustration.
"You have to pull it over...". I was gesturing in the air when she abrubtly cut me off.
"I am, but it won't go!"
"You have to pull it over, push down, then pull back".
It snapped right into place.
By now, the crowd gathering in the window in front of us was wondering if Appleby's was going to have a new drive-through service.
"You know," she said later, "with all of that wonderful narration of the users manual that ______ gave us, you'd think that showing us how to get the damn car into reverse would have crossed his mind".
I knew better than to try to contribute anything constructive to that conversation. ;)