Update Update

First off, let me just complain about all the people who say PIN number. PIN stands for personal identification number. So, when you say PIN number you're really saying "personal identification number number." Similarly...ATM machine. ATM stands for automated teller machine. So, if you say ATM machine you're really saying automated teller machine machine.

(you're probably wondering why I felt the need to bring this up....well I'm glad you asked. Here's the explanation:)

Today I went to the bank and got a replacement card and the lady said I could use my new PIN number at any ATM machine. That double whammy of redundancy really caught me by surprise (actually, now that I think about it, it's sorta redundant to say "double whammy of redundancy" since all redundancy is a double whammy...but I digress).

I almost responded with "Really, I can use my PIN number at any ATM machine to get currency money so I can buy purchase things?" But I didn't say this, I just took my card and departed left.

After my bank trip I went car shopping again. I'm beginning to lose faith in humanity. Car salesmen are such sleazy people. I'm sure they're made by dredging up the muck from the bottom of the gene pool.

Today I walked into a used car lot and a guy nearly attacked me he jumped on me so fast. He was wearing snakeskin boots and had on a pink shirt with a popped collar (these are all warning signs...sorta like white trash "bling").

Coincidentally every car he offered me had the following things in common:

1) It was a car that was such a good deal he was thinking about buying it for himself.
2) The car was coincidentally the exact same price as the amount I said I was willing to spend.
3) The car was in horrible shape.

The man told me how honest he is at least 5 times (a sure sign of a dishonest man). He told me how much he hated used care salesmen at least 4 times (either he doesn't consider himself a used car salesman or he hates himself ( if I were him it would be the latter)).

He actually had the nerve to tell me that a car with 92 thousand miles was a good deal because the odometer was broken (as if miles not recorded by the car don't wear out an engine).

At the end he told me "well, I don't like pushy salesmen, and I hate buying under pressure, but if you don't buy that car before the end of the month it will probably leave the lot."

I responded, "well, you said you wanted to buy that car for yourself, and you were here first. I figure you got a better claim. Actually, I couldn't in good conscience take a car you were interested in when it's on your lot--that just seems wrong. So, it's all yours. I hope it's a good car for you."

I then got out of there as fast as I could (this man was unflappable, he couldn't be deterred.... he was going to try to sell me everything under the roof (perhaps even the roof itself) before I left).

So, still no car. The only bright side to my wanderings was I found a restaurant named "Guadalahonky." I don't think I've ever seen a better name for a Mexican themed restaurant. Please, if you will, think on how perfectly that name captures the essence of the place: a Mexican restaurant filled to the brim with white (honky) folk.

Funny, right?

Well, I think I'm done typing.

Good-day.