There are some things in life I dread. Truly dread. There are terrors like colonoscopies and root canals, not to mention arguing over an insurance claim with a customer service rep in another country. Or learning I have a three-hour wait for the next available ticket agent at Delta or the next available representative at the Social Security office, who will probably become available when the Millennial Generation is ready to retire.
I sincerely hate buying a new car or a used car because even though the salesman assures me he’s risking his job to give me the best deal in automotive history, I always leave the showroom with the gnawing feeling in my gut that I just got [pick a word].