Part 5 of the car debacle
Part 1 of this story
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
A few minutes after I called my friend at the Credit Union National Association to help out (see Part 3), I got this email from John’s friend. The writing is spectacular. Also, jesus! Can you believe this?
“First of all, many of those people who commented have very good things to say, I especially like the car dealership finance manager. Pretty balanced opinion. Bad news though. Once again I do not know the details.
John went to the dealership and they got him to buy a more expensive car, with an APR that’s “a couple pts lower” but no real difference. He needed me to drive him back to [hometown] I guess that’s where the car was located. When he came out with a key and got into a loaded 2004 BMW 325i, I about shit myself. Casually (this is the only way I could do it without losing my cool) I asked for the details. How much, how long, why, what drugs have you been taking? His rational was “If I am going to get a car it might as well be one I like”. I rephrased in my mind “You mean if you are going to get suckered into a deal, you feel less stupid if you are driving a pimpmobile”.
It seems like the perfect out, for a spineless idiot. Save face with the dealership guys who make your penis feel small AND get to drive a nicer car. Might as well since you can’t undo the first screwup. There is no real admittance of a mistake, no real will to bite the bullet. (I say this because I am quite frankly pissed)
To be honest I am really frustrated, mad, and feel kind of dumb. I went though the figures with him, I showed him that he would be paying interest for the first 8 months of this year because of his shitty %. We talked about how something more affordable was really in his best interests and how it was bullshit that he got suckered into that deal. I kept him totally up to date with your web blog and everything. He strung me along like he agreed.
It could be that I had no place in becoming so invested in my friend’s problem. This is all I know. Some people refuse to be helped. Whether that is because looking inside themselves, figuring out what’s wrong, and owning up to their mistakes is too hard, I can’t say.
You said you were going to look into something for John, please don’t bother, you would be wasting your time.”
Wow.
[Update]: The story continues as we speak. I’ll post Part 6 (the final one?) tomorrow morning.

