I used to have one of the coolest SUVs ever (not this one). It was listed on the title as a station wagon.
I’m not sure where you meant that link to go, but the headline I got was “Meridian Woman Crazy For Swizzle Sticks.”
I thought that was some new dirty slang.
Daniel
Maybe she pronounces it “SUVizzle sticks”? :dubious:
A 44% increase in price is “only slightly more”? The car dealership must have loved that sale.
That was it. What are you stoopid or sompin?
OK. my bad. Here it is.
That’s why I used white-out to obliterate my name on my airmiles card, too. And of course, some cashiers still try to make out my name. As you can see, I have gone to a lot of trouble to remove my name from your prying eyes - take a hint, for the love of all that’s holy.
I’m pretty sure they drop the price. At least in my area (Seattle), things are considerably cheaper with the club card than they ever were before. I can get an entire bag of goldfish for a dollar, which is usually like two dollars at most stores. Same with gatorade, chips, etc. Not trying to be a jerk, but do you have a cite that they raise the prices?
No problem.
From this site:
Huh??? And why didn’t you ask for help instead of waiting for someone to notice? That’s what I do and sure as hell I’m happy when nobody comes to “help” before I ask.
No kidding. Damn those damned dirty apes. I’d found a car I liked at a local dealership. Basically had looked it over on a Sunday at the lot, checked the blue book prices, got the no-lemon report online based on specific VIN number, the whole deal. If the vehicle ran well and my mechanic okayed it, I was ready to buy the car.
Called the dealership to make an appointment to see and test-drive it. Checked with my mechanic to make sure he’d be able to give it a once-over while I had it; no problem for him.
I go to get the damned car with my husband. No car in lot. Salesman says he doesn’t know, must have been moved, etc. He gets into a dealer vehicle, drives us to another lot the car may have been moved to. Tries to upsell us into another, much more expensive car on the way. I’ve done all the prep work on this freaking car, I know what we can afford, and I don’t want the upsell noway, nohow. He continues to upsell, driving us around fruitlessly in pursuit of the car we supposedly made an appointment to see. Finally he asks ONLY me, “What color of car did you want?” I said, “I don’t care about the color. I’m interested in how well it runs and the gas mileage it gets.” He quit talking to me right then and there. Totally. It’s all to my husband, who doesn’t give a damn about the entire transaction in the first place and could give Shit One.
The salesman promises he’ll have the car for us by the next day. Nope nope nope; car’s still AWOL. Same thing for five days at which time he informs me they JUST sold the car. Where the hell has it been for a week?
I was spitting mad and gave The SalesAss an earful for wasting my time, not only the day we showed up for our nonexistent “appointment,” but also the rest of the week. I told him in no uncertain terms that I would never buy a car from his dealership and would tell this story to everyone I met so they, too, could learn what kind of jerks this dealership employs. And so I do.
Mrs. Furthur
The first used-car salesman I ever talked to tried to talk me into spending more money than I thought I could afford. I was working as a temp and calculated that I could afford to spend about $5,000. I walked onto the lot, was found by a salesman, and told him I needed something “cheap and reliable.” He asked me how cheap “cheap” was and immediately started trying to explain to me how, with the right financing, I could get a more expensive car for the same amount of money. He also kept asking me if it was a firm number or if I’d consider spending more. He didn’t show me a single car; just kept trying to talk me into spending more money. The final straw came when he asked if I’d just pulled that number out of thin air. At that point, I looked him dead in the eye and said, “No. That’s a reasonable figure based on my current and projected future financial expectations. Good night,” and started walking off the lot.
The funny thing is, as I walked away, he was trotting after me saying, “Is there a problem here? I sense there’s a problem here.” Yes, there was a problem. He’d just insulted my intelligence and still expected me to give him money.
What was particularly sweet was at the next dealership, a mile or so down the road, when the salesman learned my price he said there was one more car he might be able to let me have for exactly $5,000, a used Geo Metro convertible with about 30,000 miles on it I’d looked at earlier and regretted that it was too expensive. It was a good deal and I wound up loving that little car. She’s still a legend in some circles.
CJ
Oh no, by far the most annoying thing my local safeway drones do is inconsistently offer “Would you like some help out?”
I was there once with my boyfriend, buying some dinner fixings and some soda. 2 bags, two healthy adults, sunny fall day. “You need some help out with that?”
But, if I’m there with a friend buying party supplies (2 cases of beer, 6 bottles of soda, 5 bags of food, charcoal, firewood, mutiple bags of ice), NO ONE EVER ASKS. Once I was in a sling for a pinched nerve and had to get cat litter. The tub weighs 25-odd lbs and I was visibly struggling with it, being one-armed. The bagger just stared into space. But I swear, if all I’ve got is a tv dinner, a kitkat and Cosmo, they will ask me if I need help carrying my one little bag out. Drives me batty. They obviously don’t want to help you, so they only ask when they’re sure you’ll say no. I wish they’d stop asking.
I’ve tended to get a little snippy with the drones when the cashier asks me if I’d like help out - “No thank you.” then the bag person, who was standing three feet away, asks me two seconds later if I’d like help out. “Still no.” All this while the cashier is scrutinizing my cards, trying to make out my obviously obliterateded name, and I’m busy trying to rescue my bread and bananas from the bag of cans they’ve packed them in. My kingdom for self-check-outs. Why don’t we have them here?
Count your lucky stars. Our local Albertson’s does have them. They never work well, and just offer them an excuse to not have express lanes with real people. I generally prefer self serve, but these suck. Also, if they decide that the thing you put in the bag on the scale isn’t just the right weight, they start yelling at you.
I’ll defend Safeway here. First of all, they have always asked me if I wanted help (I don’t) and only once. Just like handicapped spots, it’s wise for them not to assume someone can carry the bags by appearance. Second, I kind of like the thank you Mr. Voyager. It’s not overly chatty, and they use my last name. I don’t see what is wrong with the checker thanking you for shopping at their store.
Third, I don’t know if the loyalty program increases prices or not, but there is a Raley’s without one and the prices are competitive. As far as I can see they replaced the stuff that would have been on sale anyway, or which they would print store coupons for, with card discounts. I’m not saving money,. but I’m not paying any more, and we get United miles while we’re at it.
The same program that produce the thank yous forced the workers in the aisles to say hello and make eye contact while you pass by. The good news is that it has never been hard to find someone to tell me where something is.
BTW, when we had our guide dog puppy, the Safeway people fell all over themselves in being friendly and supportive, even when she once had an accident when small. Maybe yours is awful,. but mine has customer service just right. I go to the closer Albertson’s only under extreme duress.
I used to be a Ford customer, and I used to own a Pinto which I actually liked quite a bit (cut down on the tailgating 
) About 1993 I needed a new car, and decided on a Taurus. I did all the research, decided what I wanted, and went to the dealer. There was nothing on the lot I really wanted, but no worries, I would happily wait and order one I wanted.
There was even a salesperson who was helpful. But the sales manager decided that I had to buy a car off the lot, whether I wanted one or not. He personally tried to get me to buy one, with this great security feature of not starting unless you pushed a hidden button (A thief would never figure that out.) When I insisted, he delayed and delayed, until I discovered that the useful sales guy was gone. Fired, no doubt for actually listening to a customer. So I bought a Saturn.
When that car gave its life to protect my wife, I had this fantasy of buying a Mustang convertible. So, I hopped over to another Ford place, now on the other side of the country, to check one out. But the insurance company had given me a Ford Despair to drive, and the sales guys obviously decided that I was not worthy of touching their precious cars. So I bought another Saturn.
Going back to clothes, I actually had a good experience at Macys. When I needed a new suit for a cruise, the person who helped me was an older woman, clearly of the generation who knew how to sell. She sold me a suit, some really nice shirts I would never have thought of myself, and a new tie. She deserved her commission - this was a true win-win deal.
My wife and I have bought 2 cars from Hertz used car lots, and have been very satisfied. They sell their rental cars after 25-30,000 miles, you can look at the service history, and everything is at a fixed, no-haggle price. The salespeople are courteous and knowledgeable. If you are a good haggler you could possibly get a better deal somewhere else, but if you don’t want to deal with sharks Hertz is great.