Robyn
Going out to buy my own car might have been a tad bit impulsive.
First of all, I had to go to three dealerships before I found a used car salesman that took me seriously. The first one had actually looked me straight in the eye and told me to come back with my parents. The second one had laughed in my face when I told him I wasn’t interested in financing, I planned to pay cash. Finally, at the third dealership, I had found a man who had treated me like an adult. We discussed the pros and cons of the different makes and models that were available in my price range, and I finally settled on a very modest, older Toyota with fairly low mileage.
I paid in full and drove off the lot behind the wheel of my very first car. I wished it could have been a happier occation. It seemed
