I just watched my husband go back and forth with a car salesman for two hours. I’m convinced that if I came in here by myself, I would’ve been hustled just because I don’t have the energy or the testosterone to barter for that long.

We left (as a strategy prompted by Preston of course). And now him and the salesman are going back and forth on the phone. The commitment is real

Now, he’s leveraging the fact that it’s his birthday in an attempt to close the deal.

Now, he’s putting God into shenanigans. I can’t.

It’s 9am and we’re back at the dealership. Preston went to bed and woke up ready for round 2 apparently.

He’s talked them down from a 9% interest rate to 4.5%. They’ve taken close to $400 off the monthly payment and he’s still not satisfied.

It’s over. Finally. Preston still believes he could’ve talked them down more. I’m pretty sure the dealership was happy to see us leave. Now I need a nap...