My Day Before I Do It

So, after work this morning, I plan to go home and get a few hours of sleep. Then, I'm going to clear some things out of my car and gather documents, like the title and registration -- just in case. After that, I'll drive up to Leesburg, MD to look at that 'vette. I'm already calling it a 'vette. I told the salesman -- a guy who sounds like he's 15-years-old -- I'd be in Wednesday, but I don't want somebody to snatch it out from under me. I'd be giving up a lot -- like cargo and passenger space and lower insurance rates -- to buy that car. I'll see if I like it, and if I get a reasonable deal on my car, I'll write a check. Then, the agonizing process of registering it with the state, on a military base and with my apartment and changing the insurance. The DMZ here is so efficient, it's actually a pleasant experience. But still....it's the DMZ. I believe in keeping interaction with the government to a bare minimum. I might just do all that tomorrow. I've already transferred enough money from my savings to my checking to raise a red flag at the DEA. And have I mentioned the post-purchase remorse I always go through? I'll have to unload and hide my gun. I wonder what would happen if I showed up at the dealership with this:

PITTSBURGH (AP) -- Change for a million? That's what a man was seeking Saturday when he handed a $1 million bill to a cashier at a Pittsburgh supermarket. But when the Giant Eagle employee refused and a manager confiscated the bogus bill, the man flew into a rage, police said. The man slammed an electronic funds-transfer machine into the counter and reached for a scanner gun, police said. Police arrested the man, who was not carrying identification and has refused to give his name to authorities. He is being held in the Allegheny County Jail.

Since 1969, the largest note in circulation has been the $100 bill. Ah, but I digest. I'm thinking if and when I buy that car, I'll go for a celebratory dinner. It might be the last thing I eat other than spam sandwiches for the next three years. I love spam. I haven't been to the Lone Star steakhouse for awhile. I'll post tonight to tell you if everything turned out as planned -- if I'm not breaking in my new car all night....that I haven't decided yet to buy.