Wedded Life Wednesday: Me, Stubborn? FOLK Magazine’s Journal Challenge

This week’s prompt asks us to reflect on a time when we were stubborn or went against what others wanted us to do.  Hm, let’s see.  Stubborn?  Me?

What comes to mind isn’t earth-shattering or life-changing, but it marked a passage of sorts for me.  I stood up for myself at a car dealership.  A woman up against a group of high pressure car salesmen.  And I won!

It wasn’t my first new vehicle, but it was the first time I went alone without the hubby to purchase a car.  I had been driving a Ford Escape for four years and racked up over 100,000 miles.  Hubby wanted me to get a new one since I was on the road a lot with a long commute to work.  It was summer, I was flexible as a teacher, and he slept days and worked nights, so I had to go by myself to the dealership.  

Not a problem!  I had just landed a new job as a discipline school administrator, had met a lot of new folks, and felt confident in my ability to state my needs and expectations to the car salesman.

It was just as I expected.  The welcome, the schmoozing, the test drive, everything.  And it was going well until I told him what I wanted.  They didn’t have a vehicle on the lot that had everything I wanted.  I didn’t think it was a big deal.  It was probably going to be the last new car I would buy before I retired and I wanted what I wanted–a Ford Escape Limited in green or white, leather interior, running boards, receiver hitch, and all the bells and whistles of the XLT I had at the time.

That’s when it started.  They began questioning why I wanted such things as the color and the running boards.  Because I did!  I explained that it might be my last new vehicle and I wanted what I wanted.  They tried to convince me to take one of the models on the lot.  I knew they could find what I wanted somewhere else if they tried.  They could even order it.  I stood my ground.  I waited.  I talked to the salesman’s manager and his supervisor.  I didn’t waver.  And eventually I got what I wanted.  It wasn’t a Limited, but it had everything a Limited had except the GPS, and it was a little less expensive.  An XLT all tricked out.  And I have never regretted it.  Call me stubborn, but I knew what I wanted!  And the “little lady” won in a dealership full of “good ol’ boys!”

My light sage 2009 Ford Escape with running boards–new at the time!

When has stubbornness paid off for you?


RANDOM FRIDAY ON SATURDAY: Glorious Rainy Day. . .

Today I got to actually live a dream:  a Colorado-like summer day in the middle of a Texas August!  And I wasn’t dreaming!  Clouds began to build early in the day, and it became overcast and surprisingly cool, so I grabbed a magazine and decided to get some use out of the front porch swing.  Lucy the cat, in a much better mood in 80 degree temps than in 95+, joined me on the swing and batted at a weather-worn toy I had placed on one arm rest last summer.

My sister made me this sign for Christmas.  Cute, huh?

We sat there, Lucy purring contentedly, I relaxing while flipping through a couple of magazines I had saved for such an occasion.  I really thought it would be later in September before I could do so.  Trying to enjoy a late afternoon or early evening swing on my front porch on a typical August day is more like sitting in a sauna where someone released a bushel of mosquitoes and flies.  Not a pleasant prospect for someone who would have melted in a hoop skirt and corset back in the days BAC (before air conditioning).  Those antebellum Southern women must have been made of something else.  I guess they would have enjoyed air conditioning, too, if they’d had the chance.  How spoiled we would seem to them!  There are many things I am nostalgic for, but hot summer days without the miracles of electricity and a/c are NOT among them!

Little Lucy enjoying the unusually cool afternoon.
Yes, the swing needs painting and the window needs shutters. . .we’re getting to it!

Sit down and swing, Mommy!

My ride sits out in the rain while my daughter’s ride is repaired
by my husband (always something) in the carport.  It needed a bath anyway.

I’m sure it will be back to the steamy dog days of summer soon, but at least today was a lovely respite from the relentless heat.  The green grass of spring has given way to crunchy straw and dirt.  If you look closely at the photo above, you can see that even the porch posts have bent from past summer heat.  It ain’t for sissies!  Meanwhile, we will wait eagerly for the cooler temps of fall. . .

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