Way back, before the day everything changed, I bought my first car.
It was a silver 2001 Honda Civic EX coupe.
I was so proud of myself. I had worked hard, saved a lot of money and now I was going to finally be able to replace the aging Ford Probe my dad had given me when I moved out to California.
I went to the dealer, negotiated a good price, signed the papers and then only realized that I was going to need a new insurance policy.
I was really intimidated at the thought of doing this. I had never bought insurance before, I was covered by my parent’s policy.
“Don’t worry,” the salesman told me, “Let me get my friend King Kong on the phone.”
King Kong?! Wow!
I was really excited. I had never met a monkey before, especially not a giant one, so naturally, I couldn’t wait.
Maybe I had heard him wrong?
Yep. I had. He had actually said (in his fast-talking salesman voice), “Kim Khan.” Not “King Kong.” Which sucks. Alot.
Anyway, this Kim Khan guy couldn’t get me as good a deal as Mercury and plus his name was kind of a liar, so I didn’t buy any insurance from him.
It just sucks though, you know? Six years later and the whole thing still bums me out.