Okay, so, the Kia's been sh*tting the bed on me lately. It's been acting more like a ten-year-old car than a five-year-old car, and frankly, I'm getting tired of it. Just this morning, the check engine light came on. Again. Motherf*cker.
So I'm thinking I'll trade it in. I've spent the last few days snooping around on line and checking out my options. I still owe a couple of grand on the Kia, and I hate to trade in when I'm in the hole, but frankly, I think this car would end up in the junkyard before I ever paid it off, so I'm thinking cut my losses, while the thing still has some Blue Book value.
ANYhow. I LOVE car shopping on line, because the pressure's off, and you can make some rational choices. And it turns out, the same dealership I bought the Kia from has some cars I'm interested in. No, I don't hold it against them from selling me the Kia; I bought a cheap car and that's what I got. And yes, I did ask if the salesperson who sold me the Kia is still around; the dude treated me fairly and I'd use him again, but it turns out he got bumped up the food chain in the organization and is no longer on the floor.
So! I've got several choices to start with, car-wise, and I'm in a good position to bargain. I'm ready to start with test-drives.
I set up an appointment for Saturday, and the salesperson assigned to my cranky butt that day is Cinnamon.
I ... you know? Am I just old? I almost emailed and asked to be given someone else, because I cannot take seriously someone named Cinnamon, and I cannot trust someone named Cinnamon to negotiate this process without someone else above her pulling her strings, and I think she probably won't know anything about engine sizes and the advisability (or not) of traction control, and I cannot believe that she'll be working for the organization very long anyway, because let's face it, her true career is either stripper or Hooters employee, because with a name like Cinnamon?
She's obviously not too damn smart.
Does that make me an a**hole? Yes it does. Is that how I feel? Yes it is.
And I don't really know how to elevate myself to a higher plane where a name like Diamond or Starr or Cinnamon doesn't automatically call to mind "dipsh*t". And it's not just women's names, either; I would be equally disinclined to take seriously a man named ... I don't know ... "Starship". Or "Canoe". I CAN'T HELP IT.
Anybody want to help me out, here? I KNOW it's not rational. How can I get past this?