No Means No

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​This Clark Kent husband of mine…

Is this old gal’s…personal…Superman…Lois Lane me…weeping…flustered…doing paperwork to buy the new to me car we found…finance woman brings the paperwork…initial numbers include thousands of dollars…of extra warranty stuff…

Already said we don’t want it…so the spiel starts…to an extent…this old gal has never experienced…
Blah blah blah…what can we do to get you to buy this warranty…blah blah…if you care about this car…you will buy this warranty…no…no thank you…no…

She leaves to give us time to think it over…guy number two comes back…same spiel…girl number one visits again…pester…pester…gaslight…BS…forty-five minutes pass…car buying me still declining the warranty…this mild manner Clark Kentish husband of mine…taking it all in silently…eyes going from them…to his weepy wife…back to them…

When suddenly…snap…Superman emerges from that phone booth…finger comes out to the center of the desk…tapping with each softly spoken…but punctuated word…she has told you four times…she does not want the warranty…if you ask her one…more…time…we are getting up…and walking out…

And with that…the day was saved…papers signed…the deal was done…and Lois Lane…and her hero…had a relatively super drive home…suddenly realizing how delightful…having a newisher ride with bells and whistles…and the coveted dual air…can be…
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And that always cold husband of mine…agrees…