I'm car shopping. I HATE car shopping. This is Kerry's area. He usually does the research. He usually does the dickering. I stink at dickering. A car salesman can tell me why I need this car right now, why I can't leave the lot without signing the papers today, and why he just can't reduce the price of the car one bit and I will say, "Oh....okay then."
They train on people like me. My southern girl politeness won't let me be rude or possibly hurt their feelings (yes I know how ridiculous that sounds) by walking away after all the time and effort they have put into showing me their available vehicles. Knowing they will do this to me, I have so far only surfed on line for cars and have not set foot on an actual car lot for fear they will get me in their clutches.
I did, however, go ahead and get an auto loan approval. I wanted to make sure I had the financing taken care of before I ever get to the lot. I figure it might make me sound like I know what I'm doing. I went to the bank, filled out all the necessary paper work and sat down with a very nice lady who would approve or deny my request.
Now, let me just say, I'm used to people mispronouncing my last name. This is nothing new, and I barely even bat an eye when it happens. Kerry doesn't even bother to correct people any more, and Ben used to actually introduce himself with the incorrect pronunciation because he said they were going to get it wrong anyway so why bother giving them the correct version.
But no one ever gets my first name wrong. When you see the letters A-M-Y you know how it's going to sound. There are no more exotic pronunciations of Amy floating around out there. AIM-mee. AIM-mee. AIM-mee. See? It never changes.
So anyway, the nice bank loan lady is looking over my paperwork and she looks up at me and says "AHH-mee?"
"No," I say nicely (wouldn't want to hurt her feelings!) "AIM-mee." I even pointed at myself to make sure she knew who we were talking about.
She looked at me with a completely deadpan expression and said in a thick New York accent, "Is your husband in the AHH-mee or is he in the Air Force?"
I'm surprised she approved the loan. Clearly I don't have brains enough to figure out how to use the coupon repayment book.