A tale of buying a car as a girl

So today I took a few more giant steps into adulting as I set out to buy a new car. For the past few years I drove my Ford KA, until it had to go in for the MOT test and the nice man from the garage told me that fixing that old rusty vehicle would cost me about a 1000 euros. “I would love to fix it for you, but it is not worth it,” he said, as he threw me a pitiful look.

“Do you have anything else for me? Up to 2000 euros?”

“No, sorry!”

And so, I searched every dark corner of the internet in my quest to replace my trusted KA. It wasn’t an easy task. I set my sights on a Fiat Panda, but when I looked at them from up close, they weren’t all that. Today, my dad and boyfriend and I drove past a lot of different garages in order to find the perfect car. At our first stop, I fell in love with a Fiat Grande Punto, which looked super duper fancy and basically I had already decided. But I did not want to look too eager so we set off to look at other cars.

“He knows he already sold it to you,” my dad said.

“Well, he kinda did,” I had to admit because I could totally see me hitting the road in that awesome ride.

We stopped at another dealer, who came out and asked if he could help. “Yes, I am looking for a car,” I said.

His interest instantly dropped as he was disappointed my dad wasn’t the one coming to spend money. Because obviously, I go car shopping if I can’t afford a car. He was the first one to make a sexist remark.

“So you are looking for a bigger car? Are you planning on starting a family?” he asked, as he looked me up and down.

“No, not for a while,” I answered. Unless you count the puppy we are getting. Then yes. But can’t I just like space? I spent three years folded up in a Ford KA. It is about time I get something a bit more spacious.

We drove back to my town where we stopped at a large dealer. I was unconvinced that I would find anything other than the Fiat, but I was willing to give it a go. I ended up looking at another car which was slightly older, slightly cheaper but infinitely more spacious. I took the car for a spin and I fell in love. It felt as though I was floating over the road. So when we got back the deal was made.

There was only one thing that slightly annoyed me. As we talked another 100 euros off the price, the man said “Your father just saved another 100 euros.”

And I was tempted to jump up and shout that I was an independent woman before I’d burst out in a rendition of “Run the World” by Beyonce. Instead, I ended up politely saying that I was the one who saved money as I was the one paying.

Anyway, the deal was done and I am now almost the proud owner of a (not brand) new car. I will be able to pick it up very soon and cruise around. My body is ready!

 

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Ingrid is the twenty-something owner of The Sassologist, who loves everything that has to do with pop culture. While she is one of many who is in the process of writing a novel, she is also currently in denial over not being a witch. Her Hogwarts letter has yet to arrive. In the meantime she writes about pop culture and dreams about unicorns.

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