My Car My Name My Rules
Language: en
It took me three long years of calculated restraint to save up for the SUV I’d been dreaming of. I walked into the dealership with a heart full of anticipation, ready to drive off the lot in a car I owned outright. Instead, the salesman slid a loan agreement across the desk and asked for my signature. He told me my cousin had already driven the car away. He told me I’d agreed to cover the twelve-thousand-dollar balance on the financing. The problem was, I don’t have a cousin. I forced the rage down, keeping my voice steady. I asked if the security cameras were operational and confirmed the…