Mark and the car

Sometimes God blesses you with wonderful people in your life. They aren't perfect, but you enjoy their presence most of the time. They have that knack for illuminating those parts of your personality that others don't often get a chance to see. I am a very peaceful person. When I deal with people, I try to use tact and discretion. However, around some people, that just goes out the window. That is Mark and me. I don't yell too much (you know, I'm trying that whole meek and quiet spirit thing out), but I can go off on Mark for a good 30 to 45 minutes. He's a wee bit obstinate, can be a tad argumentative, and happens to bring those character traits out in me. But, he is such a good guy.

Last week, I asked Mark to help me find a new car. That was like whoa. He was on my nerves. I told him what kinda of car I wanted, what year I wanted, and what price I wanted. Now if I tell you that I want a Toyota, Honda, or a Nissan that was manufactured in this millennium, why on God's green earth would you try to get me to buy a darn '95 Caviler, or a '98 Ford Taurus with 220,000 miles on it. If you think it's pretty, buy it yourself. He's test driving a '95 Grand Prix and I'm looking at the sales lady like what the heck is he doing, cuz I'm not buying that car. Hello!?!?!? We are shopping for me, and I don't want it.

Then he's calling me at 8 at night talking about "Man, Alicia, you gotta see this car." Dude, I live in Antioch, and when I leave my job in north Nashville, ya girl is not going back to Madison to look at some car 2 yrs older than I want. "See, Alicia, these cars are going to be gone. If you see something, you gotta get it right then. That's how it works. That car is going to be gone tomorrow." Heck, if the car is gone then clearly the car wasn't for me.

You know I've had a cell phone for years, and I have never ran out of message space. Especially when your messages can only be a certain length. That brotha had so many dog on messages on my phone, I just stopped checking my voicemail cuz he was on my nerves. Dude tried to hustle me more than the car dealer, "you should get this car" or "you aint gonna get no better than that car...this is it."

Now, I know I was on his nerves. He is headstrong, but I'm probably worst. Dude, I just want what I want, and you can't fault me for that. He's trying to rush me into getting a car, and I won't be rushed. Then he'll show me a car I don't want and won't take a simple no. In fact, the only thing he responsds to is a temper tantrum. So heck, I throw a temper tantrum. He's ready to drive Miss Daisy from one car lot to the next, and all I want to do is eat lunch in peace. One day, he tells me "well fine, Alicia, I'm just gonna let you find your own car." I said "fine," hung up the phone, and continued eating my salad. Five minutes later, Mark is on the phone telling me he's going to drive the car to me so I can see it. He was on my nerves (and heaven knows I was on his), but he was determined to take care of baby girl. I can't help but smile.

Truth is Mark has his moments but he's all in all a good guy. People did give me a better prices since I had a mechanic negotiating for me. He was able to look at the cars and see what was wrong and know how much it would cost to fix. That man hustled and went to more car lots than I would have ever wanted to...all that stuff gives me a headache. Well, truth is he took the brunt of it. All I had to do is say yes, no, ummmm, and turn down 5 of his marriage proposals...lol. Naaa...dude, I love Mark. He's wonderful. And he found me a new to me car, the kind I wanted, the year I wanted, and the price I wanted. He did try to hustle me though, and claimed that I played the player. Don't believe the hype...lol. I am pleased and I have no car payments....Hallelujah!!!

Thanks Mark!!!