big car

I bought a new car yesterday. Technically it's 6 years old, but it is new to me. I went to one of those car supermarkets that seem to have sprung up on the country's industrial estates over the last few years. The deal with a car supermarket is that there's no price haggling. The price on the website/windscreen is the price you pay. It takes the hassle out of car buying, which is good. So I had the money for a full purchase and the will to buy. I was determined to drive away with a new car, THAT SPECIFIC CAR I had seen on their website and nothing else. I informed the receptionist that I had a test drive booked, she introduced me to the salesman - an imposing figure in a sharp suit - who, despite his affable manner, had a slight air of expertly suppressed quiet menace about him. He led me to the car, let me look around it then we set off on the test drive. 5pm isn't a great time for driving on an industrial estate as most of the workers are on their way home (or heading to the nearby…