Monday, June 15, 2009

Proud Owner of Prius

Yup, it happened. We bought a Prius. And you know what I discovered? The Prius is the iPhone of cars. You make complete fun of the people who are so serious about them, but when you get one, you totally appreciate it in a way no one else can.

I freaking LOVE this car. Now, mind you, we bought used. It is a commuter car, after all. So, it’s not the sweet new ones that use solar power for a/c…but we hopped in the car yesterday and drove to the coast for the afternoon and barely used a drop of gas. We would have used an entire tank of gas if we’d driven the BMW. You just can’t beat 52 mpg.

A really funny story has come out of the Prius-buying process. And has iPhone elements to it, so it sorta ties back into my comment above. It actually confirmed all of my feelings about iPhoners. If you are an iPhoner, I’m going to share with you a story about a guy who unfortunately represents you (in a small way, of course). Now before I go into this, I know how serious iPhone users take their phones, so please read this with a sense of humor. If you can’t, then I must ask that you stop reading right now….

So, last week, I was emailing with this dude from Craigslist about a Prius that he had for sale. We made arrangements to go see it over the weekend…. He gave me his address and his phone number. But he couldn’t just give me his phone number. No, he had to write this…

“My iPhone number is 503-xxx-xxxx.”

No, you do not have an “iPhone” number. It is a cell phone number. It’s not an iPhone number anymore than mine is a Samsung number. Immediately, I told hubby, “This guys going to be a tool.”

So, we go meet him. He is creepy. Like, so creepy I wanted to take a shower after being in a car with him. So creepy, I don’t think I’ll ever go on Craigslist again. So creepy, we had to go drive a Prius at a dealership, to keep the creepiness of being in a car with Faddah from turning me off to Prius forever. (Side note: after he introduced himself, I had to keep myself from singing the Camp Granada song… “Hello Muddah, hello Faddah, here I am at Camp Granada…)

Anyhoo, I knew we were in trouble when he informed us that he had named his Navigation System Myrtle and that “Myrtle’s brains are under the driver’s seat.” That’s a scary thing to hear from a guy that’s sitting in a seat right behind you. Hubby and I are still wondering if Myrtle isn’t actually the last person to come test drive the car.

So back to the iPhone story…when we got done riding with Faddah and Myrtle, Hubby did the requisite, “Okay, thanks, we’ll run the Carfax report and get back to you, we have your phone number on email.”

And then Faddah pulls his iPhone OUT OF HIS POCKET, HOLDS IT UP AND SAYS, “Yes, that’s the number to my iPhone.”

I wish Hubby and responded by taking out HIS phone and saying, “Great, I have it saved on my Razr.”

We received a fortuitous call right that moment from a salesman at a dealership who’d been keeping an eye out for what we had in mind.

We bought it. And he didn’t even show us his iPhone.

3 comments:

greedygrace said...

Hysterical! You're right-- what a total tool!

Congrats on the Prius!

Coco said...

That is hilarious! I hate people like that. Oh how I wish your hubs would of made the razor comment.

Im glad y'all are happy with the Prius!

morewineplease said...

freaking hilarious! what a dork! the razr commented would have sealed the deal!

Way to go on the car!