Car Snob

My car was totaled about a month ago. Some dim-wit ran a red light when I had a green left hand turn signal and the rest is history. So, I've been car shopping. Luckily, I have my Dad to help. I'm sure it's not hard to imagine that I'm not the best at dealing with car dealers. I'd sound something like this, "You want me to pay what? Well, okay. I guess if that's the best you can do...". While my Dad sounds something like this,"Well, to be quite honest, I'm not paying that amount. I'm paying this amount and if you can't give us the car for that amount then we'll find another car". I have this fear of being mean which I really need to get over especially when it comes to dealing with anyone trying to sell me something.

Anyway, I receive a call from my Dad today and this is what went down:
Dad: I'd like to take you to look at a car today
Me: I'm sick. Don't want to today (I get whiney when sick, FYI). What kind of car?
Dad: A Buick
Me: Dad, I'm not driving a Buick
Dad: Have you ever seen a Buick?
Me: Yes. I have. I'm not driving a Buick. I'm under the age of 55 so I'm not driving a Buick
Dad: But it's a Buick Le Sabre. It's like a Lexus
Me: A Buick is not a Lexus.
Dad: No, but it's like a Lexus
Me: I'm not driving a Buick, Dad. I'll drive a Lexus but I'm not driving a Buick. See the difference?

After hanging up I felt a little bad. Not bad enough to drive a Buick, but nonetheless, a little bad. Damn champagne taste. Get's me into trouble every time.