Check out the sweet Honda Civic that we just bought...in Heaven.
I don't know what that glare was. We are now fully daycare ready, thanks to the bling we got for our wedding. I played bad cop and had us walking out of the dealership, as I said, "No one but a retard would pay that for this car."
And then we payed slightly less than that. We didn't pay what a retard would pay. But we probably paid what more than a couple of Ivy League grads should have paid. I thought Z would be a good bargaining tool, but it turns out that a baby spitting up all over you just makes you want to do the deal fast. So I got the interest rate down but I could not haggle as much as I wanted on the price before I just got tired. Z did throw up on the dealership floor however, which was very very good.