remember the Gateway
At a car dealership last night, I wanted to buy a new car and the salesperson was making it really hard to say no. Luckily, Tom was there, doing his best “tough guy.” As the price dropped lower and lower, Tom leaned back in his chair, folded his arms across his chest, and played hardball, both with the salesperson and me. To the salesperson: “We aren’t looking to buy right now.” To me: “Yoona–remember the Gateway.”
Whenever I want to buy anything on an impulse, Tom brings up the stupid Gateway computer I bought 12 years ago. Recent transplants from NYC, we had just rented an apartment and were keeping our purchases modest. But eventually all things come to an end, and so it was with my frugality. I can be disciplined, financially, for periods of time. But inevitably, I crack. The severity of the cracking is directly proportional to the length of time that I have deprived myself. And so it was that one evening, after months of penny-pinching, we walked past a Gateway store, and I decided I had to have a computer, that very night.
Boy, was it a beaut. The monitor itself was probably three feet square. It had a 40 GB hard drive and less memory than my current digital camera, but back then, it was top of the line. Everything I would need for gaming, said the Gateway rep. I nodded my head in silent agreement. I didn’t game, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want the option of becoming a gamer. Same with the speakers. Back then, I didn’t know how to play music on a computer, but it seemed silly not to have the subwoofer, when all was said and done. With all the necessary embellishments, it cost something like $3400, which is the current price, I believe, of an entry-level Kia. But being newlyweds, Tom was still eager to please me, and also eager not to be single in a town in which he knew no one. And so he nodded his acquiescence, even though his eyes were troubled. As for the computer, it was probably obsolete by the time we drove it home.
I shouldn’t have bought the Gateway, but that doesn’t mean I should have to hear about it for the rest of my life. I remember the damn Gateway. I could hardly forget it, as it’s currently sitting in my basement in a huge cow box because it weighs 7000 pounds and is too heavy to dispose of. I shouldn’t have to hear Tom’s voice in my head when I stand at a Starbucks counter waffling between a grande and a venti, reminding me to “remember the Gateway.” Enough already.
Really bad purchases are still valuable because they teach us lessons that could not be learned any other way. So embrace your Gateway.
i think tom would benefit from hearing your sage wisdom on this topic. i’ve made lots of bad purchases and now that you mention it, i see that each bad purchase has added value to our lives.
The single most useable tactic I employ is the fact that Brent’s goal in life is to make me happy (a fact he will not deny) Hence I am on my 10th car. 🙂
brent is a good man.
Hooray — new car — congrats! Ford forever…
i have been delivered from purgatory!!!
We have a similar story only it involved a puppy from the mall after my wife had just gotten a bad haircut. This was before we were married (not that it would have mattered, I think she is like you that way)
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: the awesome power of a bad haircut cannot be understated
Congrat’s!!! Glad you won!! Funny story btw:)
i always win, amara. it’s more about minimizing the sting of defeat for tom. i am such a good wife, i should get an award.
Yoona, Congrats on the car and I agree that you are a great writer. You allowable me to relax and laugh for as long as it takes me to read the post!
thanks lady. hopefully you read slow so you can relax for a few minutes. on mother’s day my gift to myself was sitting outside the house in my car for 15 minutes when i got home from zumba–sometimes, it’s just gotta be done.
I love this. You are so funny.
thanks min! i’m glad when i can wring laughter from my pain/annoyance.
Did you buy a new car? You write so well Yoona.
michelle michelle. of course i bought that new car. we went back in last night and snapped up an explorer. the boys are yelling that we have a new car to anyone who will listen. of course, i want to do the same but it’s not dignified at my age.