FRUSTRATION!!!

Well, bad news, my darlings. I didn't get the cute little yellow Caliber. Steph and I got to the dealership and they were supposed to have the car ready. To explain more fully, I found this car on Autotrader.com, which had pics and a description of the car. So I had not actually seen the car till we got to Gonzales. Well, the first thing I see is a huge crack in the windshield, which ran right down in front of the driver. The dealer, Paula, says that she didn't even know it was there. That was red flag #1. They agree to fix it for me there or knock $300 off the price.

Then after I drive it around, I notice there is no Cruise. BAD!!! People, I am a speeder. Without cruise, my life is an endless stream of speeding tickets. I was NOT happy. See, It had big as Dallas on the description that there was Cruise Control and the window sticker said that it had cruise control. Well, the dealer seemed very blase' about it until she realized that I wasn't buying the car without it. I need 3 things in a car: good radio, keyless entry and cruise. So she does some talking to her manager and they agree to see if the Dodge dealership can get it added for me at no cost. They will get it fixed for me this week. Well, me being me, I just tell Paula that I am really unsure of the car by this point. It has some pretty large stains on the inside and some paint scrapes on the outside, plus the other things. Plus, I don't want to make another trip down there to Gonzales. So I tell her to let me know on Monday if they can even add the cruise now (which apparently sometimes can't be done aftermarket) and I'll tell her one way or the other what I will do. Then they call me after I leave and say they will deliver it to me here so I won't have to go back for it. WOW!!! They REALLY want me to buy this car... WHY???

I have had some major problems with my Diamante'... it's a beautiful car but it has been a trial in some ways. I rushed into buying it because of the luxury aspect and I DO NOT want to do that again. I have been praying that I would know immediately if this was the right car. When I saw the crack, it bothered me. If they don't even realize there is a HUGE crack in the windshield, what else have they missed? Why are they pushing it so hard, at a loss to themselves? So, I said all that to say this. I am not buying the car. As much as I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the car, it's not for me. I got the feeling that I asked God for-- the "something ain't right here" feeling. So I'm gonna hate to break Paula's heart, but it has to be done. Goodbye, little Bumblebee car... it was fun while it lasted. The search goes on...