Changing Mind

Don't you just hate people that can't make up their minds on whether or not to do something or what they are going to do or what to buy? Well, sometimes that's the way my dad is.

There's the time that I was about to buy my first truck that would be registered in my name. I found one in Rochester on a Sunday. I called the dealer on Monday and asked about the truck. It was a few hundred bucks more than what I was intending to spend, but for the extra money, it had what I wanted (the only thing that was bad about the truck is that the sides of the bed were scratched up from lifting things over the sides). I talked with my dad on the phone and explained to him the details about the truck. He told me to call the dealer back and make an offer and that getting the money wouldn't be a problem. So the next day, Tuesday, I called back the dealer and made an offer. He didn't like it and countered it (split the difference). I told my dad. For some ungodly reason, my dad had the completely opposite opinion he had the day before. He said I was rushing into it and that I needed to think about it more. So, he basically broke my heart, slammed on the brakes, and told me to call back the dealer and stop the whole deal. I WANTED TO KILL HIM! It was the most agonizing thing I have ever gone through. I had money saved up, was paying for EVERYTHING myself, and new what I was getting into. I had been looking for a truck for 8 months by this time. I even made a binder of all the trucks I had found. Almost all were too much, too far away, or had too high of miles. Well, finally 2 months later (10 months of looking), I found the perfect truck. Ironically, it was in Rochester too. Luckily by now my dad knew I was serious and didn't try too hard to stop me. I think the reason he went with it was because it only had 98,000 miles on it (which was really, really low considering it was 10 years old and in my price range; and no, there wasn't anything majorly wrong with it). The buying process of this truck took 3 hours of phone calls and then waiting 5 days until the weekend to go test drive it. I was just in time. As I was finishing the deal, another guy called the seller. God was I happy. (Just so you know, this is the truck that is pictured in my first posting)

Sorry, but you need a little more background on this one. When my mom bought me my first truck [in her name] (only because I was living with her, needed money for what I wanted because she didn't have extra money, and 3 weeks after buying the truck, I got a job), I didn't tell my dad that I was even looking. I didn't want him to say "why do you need a truck?" or some stupid question like that and try to stop me. So, I drove the truck home for 3.5 hours with not cruise, CD player, or A/C (which I didn't care about). I think it was 2 or 3 days later that I showed up to my dad's house after work (it was dark out) and told him I needed to show him something. He came out and saw the truck. He asked me why I didn't tell him before hand. I said "because I didn't know what you'd say and I didn't want you to say no." (When my dad bought a new van, he spent 3 or 4 months comparing options, prices, and deals. He believes in thoroughly researching, as do I, but when I make up my mind on something, I mean it.)

So basically I did a big thing without telling him. I also never told him about building my first computer until I got parts for Christmas, or about going to West Virginia to get a motorcycle with my mom's boy fried, or about getting my motorcycle license (the only reason I told him before actually getting it was because my safety course fell on a weekend that I was with him), or about my first motorcycle. So after all this, I thought it was best to tell him that I wanted a nicer truck.