Carmageddon

Yesterday was carmageddon, for us.  During the week, my wife had gotten an email from a credit union that we currently do business with.  The ad said that if you do business with one of their pre-approved and participating car dealers, we could obtain a car loan for 0.49%.  She applied and was quickly sent the list of three dealers, in the Los Angeles area, of her chosen marque.  She filled out the information for the desired model and color.  One dealer had one on the lot at a much lower price than we had seen at any other location that we tried, plus the promise of 0.49% financing.  She filled out the remaining paperwork to get the desired loan amount and was instantly approved.  All that remained was to present the certificated received in the email, to the dealer, pay the down payment, and drive off.
As predicted and expected, the dealer was grateful for our business but still had to try to sell us something else.  After exhausting the plying of three salesman types, finally we could sign for the originally agreed upon price and be on our way.  Add that to the hassle of driving two and a half hours to Riverside and that the temperature there was 104, and even showed on the car thermometer as 108 during the trip.
The car is beautiful.  It had the acid test of reliability to make it home through that heat without a hitch.  Whether the ordeal was worth it or not, remains to be seen.  Unfortunately, the sleaze factor that is associated with car dealers and salesmen will not be disputed or discredited by our supposed in-and-out purchase that actually took all our energies to continuously say "No"!
 

At a nursing home in Florida, a group of senior citizens were sitting around talking about their aches and pains.

"My arms are so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee," said one.

"I know what you mean. My cataracts are so bad I can't even see my coffee," replied another.

"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck," said a third.

"My blood pressure pills make me dizzy," another contributed.

"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man.

Then there was a short moment of silence.

"Thank God we can all still drive," said one woman cheerfully.

Wedding Vows
A grandmother overheard her 5-year-old granddaughter playing "wedding." The wedding vows went like this:

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say may be held against you, you have the right to have an attorney present. You may kiss the bride."