Reports of My Death Are Mildly Exaggerated
My wife and I went to a Volvo dealership to lease a new car today. We’d decided on the redesigned S-80 to replace my Saab 9-5.
After they ran my credit report, the manager came out, introduced himself and shook my hand. Then he asked me to sit down. Oh boy, I thought — not the old “good cop, bad cop” routine again.
Nope. He just put the credit report on the desk in front of me and asked me to read it. It said, “No credit rating — deceased.”
So I didn’t lease a car today. I told them I’d come back and try again when I’m feeling a little better.
Stay tuned.
Ohmygod…
I hope you start feeling better soon. No, really… I mean that.
To which Scott replied, “Oh, you must have me mistaken for *that* Scott Baradell.”
(You mean there are, er, I mean were two of you?)
Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to bring you some soup?
I’m actually in negotiations to star in the next George Romero flick; he says I’m pasty enough.
Starting compressions. I need an adrenalin needle, stat! And hang a bag of O-neg! There’s blood in the rapid infuser! Still no pulse! We need the paddles. Clear!
Glad to see you’re sticking with the used-to-be-Swedish car brands.
Personally I’ve left Saab for Chrysler. They have such sound views on global warming:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/money/main.jhtml?xml=/money/2007/01/11/cndaim11.xml
It’s just a lot of hot air…
I’ve never read anything that is at once so humorous and disconcerting. Keep us posted on how this is resolved.