For decades, Spartan were my default apple and yet for the last few months I have been finding myself bringing Royal Galas home from the grocery store.
Shocking, I know.
The Spousal Unit traded in his old truck yesterday for one that will be imminently more suitable for those Manly Fishing Trips. In fact, I believe it will make him the manliest man on the Manly Fishing Trips.
I accompanied him to the final negotiating session at the dealership yesterday. I was there ostensibly to offer moral support and to play good cop, bad cop if the situation called for it. Instead, it was more like bad cop, no cop.
I was way out of my league, and could only sit there in silent admiration as my man played his cards patiently, yet firmly. He didn't exactly say "you're breakin my balls, Chuck, breakin my balls", he is a sophisticated businessman after all, but I'm sure he came close. He did inquire as to whether he was expected to feed his family dog food, though. Honest and for true. We walked out of there with a deal that they will be talking about for years.
Mind you, it took three hours to get there, and every time the salesman would leave the room to confer with his manager, I would give a body language update, as I could see directly into said manager's office. "He's got his head in his hands ... now he's rubbing his face" were my only real contributions to the negotiations. I'm more of an EQ kinda gal anyway.
No wonder the Spousal Unit is such a great poker player, even if he hates the damn game.