No I’m not talking about used car salesmen in general. Just the fucking asshole who thought it’d be funny to make we wait over 3 1/2 hours in his office to see if I could get a car. Finally Mr. Fuckhead said I was approved (after I had a co-signer) and I took the car home. All I had to do was go in today and the drop off the insurance info so they could put a 30 day tag on it. Well to my fucking suprise it didn’t work out that way. I had to sit in there for another fucking hour and a half while they filled out more paperwork, only to tell me I was denied for the loan if I didn’t get another co-signer (funny I thought if you drove the car home it was yours…). I didn’t have anyone to co-sign and I needed to get back to school (2 hours away). So I basically said listen up dipshit you wasted a good 5 hours of my time. Not to mention I put a $200 down payment on my credit card. Now it’s gonna be a bitch to get that off so I’m not screwed when it comes to paying that off. I so wish I had enough money to buy a car outright. That way I wouldn’t have to deal with Mr. Fuckhead.
So cause of this shithead I will never shop at his car dealership again. He could have saved me so much time and such a big fucking headache had he said at the beginning you need 2 co-signers or that I don’t make enough money. Fuck him. At least I have the last laugh he won’t be getting a commision check from me.
In addition to spitting venom at said goat-shit aficionado, you might also drop a steaming plate in the lap of the dealership’s loan officer, who is supposed to be able to take care of this shit in a timely and capable manner, and obviously has not.
And above that guy or gal, you might consider hiding a dead fish under the floormat of the owner of the franchise, whom is obviously selecting poor loan officials and not enough of them. The car biz is a last bastion of a particular group of egocentric and sociopathic personalities rivaled only by Hollywood in obnoxiousness, no offense to you trapped individuals who are no doubt trying to get the fuck out of either or both.
Car Dealerships. They only like you when they know they can get something out of you.
“Can I interest you in this little beauty. It’s only had 2 major body straightenings and 14 moters, but it’s a good looking runner for you. Just let me tell you that I’m gonna make sure you leave in this car today. You and this car were made for each other!” They’re your best fucking friend and until BOOM!
“You don’t have credit? Well then let me go talk to my boss and see if there is anything we can do for you.” Then you wait and wait and wait until you’re either pissed off at them and live or they have to come out and tell you the bad news.
Used Car Salesman. The last of the Bullshit artists.
You wouldn’t believe how much I sympathize with you on this! We finally found a car, a Honda Accord, as per SDMB suggestion box, we had the financing beforehand, and we still had to wait three hours!! Why?? Because they wanted me to buy an extended warranty. The tables in the new car showroom were full, because there were other people waiting like cattle, for the same reason.
I’m still ticked at myself for not getting up and leaving. So, it’s not always about having the financing, it is about the control these twerps have, and how petty they can be about exercising it. I love the Accord, but I’ll never go to that particular dealership again. Weasels… meaning no disrespect for the animals, of course! 
Tiki ol buddy. I think we should get together make some mennace…how bout it?..huh? Like say we get together me and Mrs. tiki and few other friends and all go apply for loans at the same time. Test drive a bunch of cars, and hide dead fish in them (I like that). We’ll walk in a lot of dog shit before we get in them too. You need to come up with some appropriate constructive cursing to soap in his windows. Like “you suck, you butt trout”. Come on, it’ll be fun…hehe :D.
Just in case you try it, the trick is to place the first fish on the engine block, where it will be found quickly and stinkily.
But at the same time, you hide another fish in a less obvious place. Under the floormat, under the seat, in the back ashtray, in the first aid kit, or under the tool kit, for example. The victim says, “shit, we got the fish, but the smell won’t go away.” In the meantime, your reverse-pine tree o’ love is patiently pumping fresh scent out with each cycle of heating and cooling.
It’s a great old trick.
Not a bad idea mighty_maxx I will be back in town on Friday. Maybe a lil’ bit o’ fish in the car would make me feel better. Although fucking up his computer made me feel really good. Hehe. He asked me to help put the windows 98 upgrade on his computer. Right before I left I had him format the hard drive. Let’s see if he ever figures out whats wrong with it (I doubt it considering he didn’t even know what the control panel was let alone where it was)…
Here’s a link provided by someone else on this board a few months ago when something close to this subject came up.
http://www.edmunds.com/edweb/editorial/confessions/part3.html
Making you wait is part of the process to wear you down.
You’re on a schedule. The salesman is not.
You have one piece of power – if they haven’t taken your keys – and that’s to walk out of the dealership.