My car has been returned to me. Trapper (yes, that's the dealership service manager's name - I thought of you
My mother exhibited some of her head scratching thinking at the dealership. As I was trying to find a place to park I remarked that there were a lot of cars there (by which I meant more than usual) to which she replied that many are probably for sale. Gee, ya think? :p Then she noticed how "cute" one of the new models is and said something about buying one. I thought she was referring to me getting a new car and I informed her unless she was buying me one I wasn't about to start making monthly car payments. No, she meant she should buy one for herself and keep the car she has now as a back up.
Me: "Your going to pay insurance on *two* cars?"
Mom: "Yes. I'm never getting rid of this one."
Me: "But you are *always* complaining about money!"
Mom: "Yes, but I have that tax return coming."
Seriously, I know she's not going to buy a car. And I know whatever the return is it's not enough to outright buy a car. But I have to wonder how a woman who hasn't worked since 1971 is doing better than ME financially.