My Husband Bought 2 Cars Without Telling Me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RK6tth8_XrgComments
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Must have been watching the NFL just before Christmas
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Didn't watch the clip, but can relate to the title a bit:
One day a few years back, I was asleep in the middle of the day (working night shifts), when I woke up to my phone ringing, saw that it was my wife, and got pissed off that she would wake me up when she knew I was sleeping. I didn't answer it in time, but I listened to the voicemail, and it sounded like a butt dial for quite a long time. As I listened, I went from pissed off to laughing about it, trying to catch any juicy secrets that I could make fun of her for, but then I noticed a strange agitated tone in her voice as she was talking to somebody without realizing the phone was still on. When I heard, "Well so much for the tee ball game!," I got curious, threw on a pair of pants, walked down the hallway to the dining room, and found myself looking out the window at a scene of firefighters blasting water into the open door of my burning detached shop. I couldn't even complete the thought "what the fu--" before a huge explosion (probably a gas bottle or something) blew out the shop's skylight and released a giant fireball.
Turns out my wife, in her panic, forgot that I was working night shifts and was actually home, sleeping. She thought she was calling me at work to tell me nearly everything I owned was on fire. (I still joke to this day that she left me to die.)
So I walk outside and around the shop far enough to see through the open door that the entire interior of the shop is engulfed in fire and I had indeed lost everything, found my wife to calm her down (she he forgotten to close the door of the van while moving it farther from the fire and distracted by the 911 call, caught the door on a tree, and nearly ripped it clean off while backing up), then went back to watch the firefighters finish doing their thing. I told my wife she should get the kids out of there and just go to the birthday party they were planning on going to so she/they could calm down, then I called my insurance agent.
Then I talked to the fire marshal for a bit (enough to learn that he has no idea how electricity works vis a vis its ability to start a fire in an extension cord not connected to a load). After he told me I wasn't on the hook for arson and he and the remaining firefighters packed up and left, I found myself in my driveway, possibly still shirtless and shoeless, staring at my smoldering shop. Considering that I still had a track day coming up in a few weeks...
Dialed up my dealership. "Cassandra, you still have that new R1 on the floor?"
Bought it on my way to work a couple of hours later. Rode it home the next morning.
My wife was NOT amused. That's probably the only time she's been seriously pissed off at me. -
CSB.1to392831weretaken said:Didn't watch the clip, but can relate to the title a bit:
One day a few years back, I was asleep in the middle of the day (working night shifts), when I woke up to my phone ringing, saw that it was my wife, and got pissed off that she would wake me up when she knew I was sleeping. I didn't answer it in time, but I listened to the voicemail, and it sounded like a butt dial for quite a long time. As I listened, I went from pissed off to laughing about it, trying to catch any juicy secrets that I could make fun of her for, but then I noticed a strange agitated tone in her voice as she was talking to somebody without realizing the phone was still on. When I heard, "Well so much for the tee ball game!," I got curious, threw on a pair of pants, walked down the hallway to the dining room, and found myself looking out the window at a scene of firefighters blasting water into the open door of my burning detached shop. I couldn't even complete the thought "what the fu--" before a huge explosion (probably a gas bottle or something) blew out the shop's skylight and released a giant fireball.
Turns out my wife, in her panic, forgot that I was working night shifts and was actually home, sleeping. She thought she was calling me at work to tell me nearly everything I owned was on fire. (I still joke to this day that she left me to die.)
So I walk outside and around the shop far enough to see through the open door that the entire interior of the shop is engulfed in fire and I had indeed lost everything, found my wife to calm her down (she he forgotten to close the door of the van while moving it farther from the fire and distracted by the 911 call, caught the door on a tree, and nearly ripped it clean off while backing up), then went back to watch the firefighters finish doing their thing. I told my wife she should get the kids out of there and just go to the birthday party they were planning on going to so she/they could calm down, then I called my insurance agent.
Then I talked to the fire marshal for a bit (enough to learn that he has no idea how electricity works vis a vis its ability to start a fire in an extension cord not connected to a load). After he told me I wasn't on the hook for arson and he and the remaining firefighters packed up and left, I found myself in my driveway, possibly still shirtless and shoeless, staring at my smoldering shop. Considering that I still had a track day coming up in a few weeks...
Dialed up my dealership. "Cassandra, you still have that new R1 on the floor?"
Bought it on my way to work a couple of hours later. Rode it home the next morning.
My wife was NOT amused. That's probably the only time she's been seriously pissed off at me.
Everytim I read your shit I can only picture you as your avi. Very tough for me to picture a women being interested in you based upon my unshakable image of you though inaccurate.
I am a little envious about the only seriously pissed at you one time part. TOF and I almost kill each other on an every other day basis.
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Funny, I chose my avatar after mistakenly wandering into the Tug on one of my first trips here, and it was exactly how I pictured every single poster here. Figured I'd try and fit in.dirtysouwfdawg said:
CSB.1to392831weretaken said:Didn't watch the clip, but can relate to the title a bit:
One day a few years back, I was asleep in the middle of the day (working night shifts), when I woke up to my phone ringing, saw that it was my wife, and got pissed off that she would wake me up when she knew I was sleeping. I didn't answer it in time, but I listened to the voicemail, and it sounded like a butt dial for quite a long time. As I listened, I went from pissed off to laughing about it, trying to catch any juicy secrets that I could make fun of her for, but then I noticed a strange agitated tone in her voice as she was talking to somebody without realizing the phone was still on. When I heard, "Well so much for the tee ball game!," I got curious, threw on a pair of pants, walked down the hallway to the dining room, and found myself looking out the window at a scene of firefighters blasting water into the open door of my burning detached shop. I couldn't even complete the thought "what the fu--" before a huge explosion (probably a gas bottle or something) blew out the shop's skylight and released a giant fireball.
Turns out my wife, in her panic, forgot that I was working night shifts and was actually home, sleeping. She thought she was calling me at work to tell me nearly everything I owned was on fire. (I still joke to this day that she left me to die.)
So I walk outside and around the shop far enough to see through the open door that the entire interior of the shop is engulfed in fire and I had indeed lost everything, found my wife to calm her down (she he forgotten to close the door of the van while moving it farther from the fire and distracted by the 911 call, caught the door on a tree, and nearly ripped it clean off while backing up), then went back to watch the firefighters finish doing their thing. I told my wife she should get the kids out of there and just go to the birthday party they were planning on going to so she/they could calm down, then I called my insurance agent.
Then I talked to the fire marshal for a bit (enough to learn that he has no idea how electricity works vis a vis its ability to start a fire in an extension cord not connected to a load). After he told me I wasn't on the hook for arson and he and the remaining firefighters packed up and left, I found myself in my driveway, possibly still shirtless and shoeless, staring at my smoldering shop. Considering that I still had a track day coming up in a few weeks...
Dialed up my dealership. "Cassandra, you still have that new R1 on the floor?"
Bought it on my way to work a couple of hours later. Rode it home the next morning.
My wife was NOT amused. That's probably the only time she's been seriously pissed off at me.
Everytim I read your shit I can only picture you as your avi. Very tough for me to picture a women being interested in you based upon my unshakable image of you though inaccurate.
I am a little envious about the only seriously pissed at you one time part. TOF and I almost kill each other on an every other day basis.
I've never so much as raised my voice at my wife. She's never done so at me. She was a raging bitch during postpartum depression, but in a more subtle way, not all out screaming and fighting. Instead of fighting about it, I told her she'd been treating me like shit and that she should go to her family's lake cabin to cool off for a weekend. It worked. Otherwise, we've gotten along quite well. She got REALLY pissed off at me when I bought that bike, but we hashed it out after the fact without a fight. I think she's been really pissed off at me one other time, but I can't remember what it was about, and it was settled in a similar way. -
Humble brag on having a great marriage. Next you’re going to tell me she’s skinny.1to392831weretaken said:
Funny, I chose my avatar after mistakenly wandering into the Tug on one of my first trips here, and it was exactly how I pictured every single poster here. Figured I'd try and fit in.dirtysouwfdawg said:
CSB.1to392831weretaken said:Didn't watch the clip, but can relate to the title a bit:
One day a few years back, I was asleep in the middle of the day (working night shifts), when I woke up to my phone ringing, saw that it was my wife, and got pissed off that she would wake me up when she knew I was sleeping. I didn't answer it in time, but I listened to the voicemail, and it sounded like a butt dial for quite a long time. As I listened, I went from pissed off to laughing about it, trying to catch any juicy secrets that I could make fun of her for, but then I noticed a strange agitated tone in her voice as she was talking to somebody without realizing the phone was still on. When I heard, "Well so much for the tee ball game!," I got curious, threw on a pair of pants, walked down the hallway to the dining room, and found myself looking out the window at a scene of firefighters blasting water into the open door of my burning detached shop. I couldn't even complete the thought "what the fu--" before a huge explosion (probably a gas bottle or something) blew out the shop's skylight and released a giant fireball.
Turns out my wife, in her panic, forgot that I was working night shifts and was actually home, sleeping. She thought she was calling me at work to tell me nearly everything I owned was on fire. (I still joke to this day that she left me to die.)
So I walk outside and around the shop far enough to see through the open door that the entire interior of the shop is engulfed in fire and I had indeed lost everything, found my wife to calm her down (she he forgotten to close the door of the van while moving it farther from the fire and distracted by the 911 call, caught the door on a tree, and nearly ripped it clean off while backing up), then went back to watch the firefighters finish doing their thing. I told my wife she should get the kids out of there and just go to the birthday party they were planning on going to so she/they could calm down, then I called my insurance agent.
Then I talked to the fire marshal for a bit (enough to learn that he has no idea how electricity works vis a vis its ability to start a fire in an extension cord not connected to a load). After he told me I wasn't on the hook for arson and he and the remaining firefighters packed up and left, I found myself in my driveway, possibly still shirtless and shoeless, staring at my smoldering shop. Considering that I still had a track day coming up in a few weeks...
Dialed up my dealership. "Cassandra, you still have that new R1 on the floor?"
Bought it on my way to work a couple of hours later. Rode it home the next morning.
My wife was NOT amused. That's probably the only time she's been seriously pissed off at me.
Everytim I read your shit I can only picture you as your avi. Very tough for me to picture a women being interested in you based upon my unshakable image of you though inaccurate.
I am a little envious about the only seriously pissed at you one time part. TOF and I almost kill each other on an every other day basis.
I've never so much as raised my voice at my wife. She's never done so at me. She was a raging bitch during postpartum depression, but in a more subtle way, not all out screaming and fighting. Instead of fighting about it, I told her she'd been treating me like shit and that she should go to her family's lake cabin to cool off for a weekend. It worked. Otherwise, we've gotten along quite well. She got REALLY pissed off at me when I bought that bike, but we hashed it out after the fact without a fight. I think she's been really pissed off at me one other time, but I can't remember what it was about, and it was settled in a similar way. -
I didn’t watch the video and I’m just assuming everyone involved sucks. I’ll try to use the space to solicit some car buying advice -
Pre-emptive TLDR: in the market to add another vehicle, SUV or truck type, to replace a newish Outback. Debating on whether to buy something used for ~$20k cash or whether to use that for a down payment and get something new.
It’s currently a very shitty market for used car buyers. The combo of low interest rates, people getting stimulus checks, saved up money from not being able to do shit, rental car industry not flooding the used car market with their fleets, etc has led to this.
It’s not an urgent need. We have two new to newish mid-range sedans that are paid off, early 70s Chevy truck with a rebuilt engine for hauling bodies and big items, and a previously mentioned on here 1980s Mercedes SL roadster that serves no practical purpose. The new car wouldn’t be a daily driver but would get 10k miles per year or so.
Someone may have oopsie poopsied a three year old 3.6R Outback and had the insurance company pay them out for totaling it. I would like the following to replace it:
* Enough space to transport more than a few bags of groceries.
* AWD or 4WD for snowy hills, mountain, etc.
* Reasonably fun to drive, or at least something that doesn’t drain your desire to live while driving it.
* I’m used to modern amenities but I don’t care too much and can put in aftermarket touch screen, etc.
* Clear title.
Acceptable options I’ve seen in the >$20k used range: 5-7 year old Forester XT with ~80-100k miles, same for CR-Vs, same for smaller engined Outbacks without the nice options, 2005-08 Tacoma 4WDs with some aftermarket upgrades and 150k+ miles, similar for 4-Runners, similar for FJ Cruisers, or a pristine 2005 Forester XT with 80k miles and a brand new turbo for $8k.
There’s also the fuck it option of buying something fast and/or cool that doesn’t meet any of the requirements. Or getting a brand new 4-Runner or Tacoma for like $50k and the Toyota salesman gets to punch me in the nuts, as an FYI nearly perfect credit. Or buying another low mileage 3 year old 3.6R Outback from a family member type for a below market $30k.
Advice? Suggestions? Something I’m missing? Any makes/models I’ve overlooked? -
Wait if you can.
Massive issues with chips for new vehicles creating even worse inventory issues. I’ve heard multiple stories of people getting 5k+ more than KBB on used. Used is all the rave.
We have regional dealer groups and national auto groups sending in negative revisions left and right. Ie- they are pulling back hundreds of thousands of dollars that they had previously booked in TV advertising for Q2 and Q3.
Auto is fucking killing us right now. If it wasn’t for me being a digital geek we wouldn’t be hitting any budgets and I wouldn’t be getting any bonuses.
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The new car market is as bad, if not worse, than used cars. Massive shortages, as pointed out above. I bought new in late-February and paid nearly $4k under msrp. A month later and I would have paid msrp and had to travel 500+ miles to buy what I wanted. It's going to be bad until at least the fall, possibly next spring.
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You have two sedans, a truck, and a fun car. What's the rush? I'm with the two above: Wait it out.
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The market is the market. Cars cost what they’re worth, today.
Barring a GOP sweep in 2024, the new and used car markets will feature tight supply and high prices. Does everyone forget “no new internal combustion engine cars by 2030?”
