I let strangers into our house tonight.
I let them sell me something. I tried to tell them no, but they finally made the offer sound too good.
It’s my debt, though. I’ll pay it off all by myself, and I’ll say it’s a Christmas present to both of us. Aaron’s going to laugh at me, though, and berate me for allowing strangers into our home after dark.
After checking the internet, it looks like I didn’t get jacked all that bad, really. As long as I pay it off faster than the nice salesman financed the thing for.
I still can’t believe I let him sucker me into it, though. Especially after all that deliberation over a camera that I really, really wanted; now I went and let the nice salespeople convince me that I needed something that I really probably didn’t. Something that, overall, cost more than my new camera. WTF.
I need to stop beating myself up over this purchase already. It’s practical. It’ll be worth it in the long run.
Update, 7 Dec 2005: Aaron hadn’t discovered the new vacuum cleaner by the time the finance people called this morning and ruined the “surprise.” He was going to be offended, he said, if I’d bought him a “demasculating” gift like a vacuum cleaner — but when I explained that it was a present for both of us, he was perfectly OK with it.
When I further explained that the Kirby people had totally suckered me into the purchase, and that I had been worried for the past two days about how he was going to react, he was amused (as I predicted) and assured me that he wasn’t mad (as I also predicted).
Aaron seems to approve of the purchase, as we should never have to buy another vacuum cleaner again. So, Merry Christmas (or Happy Festivus) to us. 🙂