Buying A Car

Natalie was feeling irritated. Actually, she was feeling just a bit more than irritated. What she really wanted to do right then was to castrate a certain salesman with a blunt knife. The blunter the better, as far as she was concerned. She was stalking down the street in this mood of high dudgeon, not really looking where she was going when she walked straight into someone who was standing on the sidewalk watching her. In her current mood apologies were out of the question, and with a snarled "watch out" she brushed past the obstruction, continuing on her way.

She sensed the obstruction turn and walk alongside her, only then seeing it was an old sparring partner and friend. "Sorry, Graeme," she muttered, "I'm in a bad mood."

"I hadn't noticed," laughed Graeme, "It seems like the one you usually use around me. What's got your knickers in a knot this time."

Natalie glared at him and then shrugged. He could serve as a sympathetic ear while she sounded off about her grievances. Or in his case, an unsympathetic ear, but one that would listen and advise her no matter how badly she might hate his advice.

"You know that I've had my license for almost a year now?" At Graeme's nod she continued. "Well, I've been saving for my own car even before I had my license. Mum