Fishing

Car shopping. The first place we went to drive and test drive a vehicle simply beckoned to the car and said 'have a look' then never came back, and after looking over the car which was disappointingly plasticky, gave up and left (couldn't get one of the doors to close anyway).

The next place was worse, no one even registered we were there, and misalignment of the bonnet put me off. There being no other possibilities of the same car within an hours drive, we decided to just look around the neighbouring lot anyway.

Found a red sporty number and managed to persuade someone to let me take it for a spin. All good so far. But got back and pooped the bonnet to be met by comments of 'you giving it a service for us too?' Er, no, I wouldn't plan on buying a car without seeing the engine actually.

Was handed over to the younger salesman to talk business, and here I have to use the term salesman loosely. He didn't exactly try and push a sale, or could answer a simple question such as 'any idea if it's had a cam belt change?' After several awkward silences I pushed my phone number at him and got him to promise, if it wasn't too much like hard work, that he'd try and get hold of some service history for me on Monday.

Not quite sure why I don't look like a customer. Maybe women can't make important decisions on their own without a man to accompany them? Damn but it was a lovely car....