Cathy Classics by Cathy Guisewite for July 26, 2019

When I was left a bit of money by a relative, I went out and bought me a convertible. White with a black cloth top. I was in love. The most shocking part of dealing was that I had to give the salesman $20 in cash or he wouldn’t talk to me. He wanted $100, but I lied and told him I only had the $20. He pocketed it. I did not know that this was a standard practice in the big city dealer I had to go to, to buy the model I craved. This was 25 years ago. No one wanted to talk to a countrified mouse of the female gender, all alone, car shopping. I made the deal I had planned on. He gave me my $20 back. He was Mr. Slick for sure. I could have bought 3 of those cars that day and paid cash for them, but he didn’t know that. So much for my one and only time I bought a new car for myself. I drove it for 11 years, then sold it.