I hate looking at cars. The only thing I have an eye for is whether or not the A/C and heat work, if there's a way for me to play my music, and how bad the interior of the car smells. Those seem to be my specialties, so Lyndon graciously takes care of the rest. While he's getting into the nitty-gritty of the car with the owner, I'm twiddling my thumbs. The worst part is that the car we're currently on the hunt for is supposed to be for me. I'm supposed to care about what car I drive, but I don't know anything about them; therefore, I rarely care or have an opinion. I am useless. Lyndon is not a fan of this.
The 2001 Elantra in town was decent, but we still wanted to look at the 2003 in Lincoln. After driving for 45 minutes, we finally got there and started going about our car inspection. It took us a while to notice, but we eventually realized that we hadn't been bombarded by a salesman. That is absolutely not normal for a dealership. We then found out that we hadn't been attacked because no one was there. They were supposed to have been open an hour (agoio90-=plp[;,,,,,,,,,, c-that was Nala thinking she was helping with this post) ago, yet no one was in the offices. Lyndon had even been in contact with them, giving them the time that we would be there. We called and were told that it would be another 20-30 minutes until someone showed up. We had already been there for an hour.
We decided to try another place we had passed in the hopes that this trip would not be a total disaster. After walking around for five minutes, looking at cars, Lyndon decided to leave. The problem with this place wasn't that no one was around. The problem was that the people there neither noticed him nor said a word to him.
To sum up: we did not buy a car in Lincoln today.
Our moods were much improved when we made an impromptu stop at a roadside antiques shop. For real. That's our thing.
On the way home, Lyndon told me he was glad I was there with him. He had never wanted to make the trip alone. Looking at/buying cars is a stressful time. He said he would have been furious otherwise. So maybe I'm not as useless when it comes to buying cars as I thought. It must have been my comic relief.