This is what Kim Kardashian wears to go car shopping, guys. Because it is fierce, and because she’s not going to bother haggling over prices. They know that she can afford pretty much any car she wants (gitch money goes a long way, you know), and she’s going to dress like she doesn’t care that they know.
No, when I went and bought my last car, I wore sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. And I haggled the f-ck out of that car salesman. I negotiated it down about a grand (even though I’m full aware that it was probably some sort of hidden incentive anyway and they gave it to me like they would have given it to anyone that they pitied for poor fashion sense) and I walked away with a smug little smile on my face.
Much like I’d imagine Kim’s probably got in this photo, if we could only see her face:
That’s how I felt that day, too, guys. But my point is that I didn’t need to break out the gold lamé skirt to make it happen. Nope, that shit stayed way in the back of my closet, only to be pulled out for Christmas like every other year, because what’s more festive than gold lamé at Christmastime? I don’t know. Ask Kim Kardashian. If this is what she wears to go car shopping, I can’t imagine what kind of get-up she’s going to have for the ho-lidays.