Yep. Part 3. Goodie.

So, with this particular model in mind, we proceeded to a nearby Chrysler dealer to see if they might have any better deals than the last one. (And hopefully, the sales people wouldn't be quite so obnoxious.)

We parked, and upon entering the showroom, were greeted by a friendly dude. No parking lot vultures, thank goodness. Admittedly, it was much easier this time, knowing the exact model one was looking for, and that probably made it a lot easier for the sales person too. He showed us right to a nice big row of Dodge Neons, with a nice assortment of options and corresponding prices. (Unlike the earlier dealer I had visited, who had basically said, "Here's a car. See how nice it is? Now what can we do to make this WORK?")

The real must for me was manual transmission, and of course, the only so-called "option" that really isn't an option: air conditioning. (How could ANYONE go without that?) A very snappy dark blue model had just that: those basics, and a price quite a bit cheaper than the others. Yeah.

Here's the scary part: We found out what chain this dealership actually belongs to. Yes, none other than the hideous, the obnoxious, the bane of all television in the Denver area, the slimy and disgusting Dealin Doug. How totally odd. Here was a nice dealership where they didn't come and bother you in the parking lot, the sales staff was friendly without being so pushy, and they would politely stand back and let the customer choose without trying to shower you with babble and foolishness. Exactly the opposite of what I would have expected, given those commercials. Is this some sort of perverse, postmodern, mind experiment conspiracy? Why else would a good dealship wish to make themselves look so bad on everybody's television? We didn't even know it was a Dealin Doug place coming in. If there had been a sign up outside with any indication that this was a Dealin Doug place, I would have said "Let's go somewhere else" immediately.

As it was, we were already there, and it seemed foolish to say, "What?!?! You're with Dealin Doug? Bye." How could we, after that? Still, I was almost half inclined to do so.

Oh God, I'm tired. All that fun wore me out. Besides, it's 0336! And lots to go.

[Contemplate: Should I now go to bed and finish this tale tomorrow, just when we're starting to build up to the climax? Tough decision.]

In this rare instance, sanity prevails. I really need my rest. My brain and body are really feeling the fatigue now. I promise, I will tell the rest after I sleep a while. [hmmmm... contemplates] Yes, I even promise this: I shall finish the tale before I even drive my car again. That should insure it gets finished. Can I really keep that? I better. G'night, all.