A Conversation with my Dad about Me Purchasing a Car
“Dad, considering the profit margin you estimate they have in the car, what do you think is a fair balance of the price between the dealership and me?”
“Well, listen to me. The first thing you need to do Jeff, is get fair out of your mind. I know how you are. You are just like me and you want to believe the best in everyone…I know…but son, that’s just not the world that we live in, it’s just not. They may appear nice and be nice, but they are there to make money. That’s the bottom line.”
“Okay. I get it. I know. I really do. I hear you and will heed the advice. Thanks Dad.”
And then something fell into my coffee cup. Not because of the world being the way it is and not because my Dad was telling me something that I don’t really like to hear or acknowledge, but because my father lovingly reminded me that he really sees me and the person that I am. And what would make me assume otherwise? Why would I do that? Sometimes it’s nice to realize you were wrong, that you’re the asshole who didn’t see the other.
I’ll take that as my first Christmas present of the season and hold on to it dearly.