At times it feels like every thing I do has to have some small part go wrong. A small extra challenge. About a month ago we traded in our Honda van and Toyota Camry for a Lexus TX and ES. Honda Financial didn’t make things go smoothly at the point of sale but the finance manager at the dealership said he would work things out and get us a check for the trade value. I was planning on calling this coming Monday to find out where my check was but then I found out something else. We’re still leasing the van.
I don’t know if they simply didn’t pay off the lease or if they thought they did and didn’t, but something went wrong in the matter and the van’s lease isn’t paid off and is still technically our van.
In the midst of creating two large work projects for myself and dealing with all the other things I am already dealing with I do not need or want another problem. When the dealership finds a buyer for the van they are going to learn very quickly that it doesn’t have a clean title and will have to figure that out. In the meantime I would like my check from them and to stop making the lease payments.
The funny and somewhat ironic thing is everyone at that dealership has been responsive and helpful except the one person I need to talk to. The person responsible for the checks doesn’t answer her phone or return messages. Looks like I’m going to have to take care of this in person like I did with Audi. I will call again today and make myself a bit of a pest, and worst case scenario I just take the van down the road to the Honda dealership and cash out of the lease there. It is still ours, afterall.
All my recent misfortune started when I chipped my tooth on a bagel. I thought it would end at some point, but it is still going. Everything of the last six months has been terrible. I still have hope of a bright future, but more obstacles keep getting put in my path.
If we return to the beginning of this gratitude journal I have a star hanging over my bathroom mirror that says, “Cheer,” and that is how I will face this, along with everything else. With cheer in my heart. Tomorrow comes, after all.
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