I hate shopping as it is, but holy shit, I cannot accurately describe the pure, boiling hate that the last 2 days of attempted car buying has engendered in me. Not that said inability will stop me from trying. The set up is deceptively simple: I want a small, normal car to replace my ailing Corolla. I quickly gave up on used cars, the ones with reasonable prices have staggering mileage (180,00 miles on a 2005? How did you find the time to put gas in it?) and the ones with reasonable mileage are priced a couple thousand less than brand new, without promotional financing. Not to mention the lingering dread that you are buying someone else’s problems. It would be just my luck to have something big fall off before the first oil change.
Grammar like this:
***3 months free warranty!!! *auto,a/c,clean car,runs and drives great!!! *welcome to test drive!!!
NICE CAR INSURANCE TITLE EXTERA CLEAN REPAIRED R-FENDER LIKE NEW MUST SEE
INSURANCE TITLE NEW TIERS THIS CAR HAD FERESH CLEAN WATER IN FLOOR BOARD IT IS A NICE CAR IT IS CLEAN REDY TO GO WE TRADE**
does not inspire confidence. I’m buying a car, not a fucking skateboard. Not that the goons at the dealership are any more capable with their mother tongue, but they’re smart enough to hire a proofreader.
And while I’m at it, a hearty, heartfelt “Eat Shit And Die In A Motherfucking Fire, Motherfucker!” to the asshole who wasted my time with his pathetic attempt at some kind of Nigerian scam on Yahoo! Autos. Next time you are trying to rip somebody off, don’t wait until the fifth god damned email to ask for my identifying information. If you had been an efficient criminal fuck, you would have whipped it out like hard cock on prom night in the first email. I might have had enough respect for your professionalism to just tell you what you could do with your mother, and not bothered to report it. Who am I kidding, I would have reported you anyway. You’ve got mail! From the cops!
New car buying is a whole new world of pain. There are psychological bullshit games to play at the dealership: “Do I shake his hand? Why does he keep asking me all this shit? I will not go inside under any circumstances!” Plus multiple trips to ‘see the manager’. Be a man, tell me you’ve got to take a leak or smoke a rock, or go stand in the back and laugh at me, I don’t fucking care. I went with the intention of being rude and making them miserable, it was dark, cold, raining, Friday night, and the last day of the month. I have a hat, fuck everybody who doesn’t. At two places, the nancy-boys wouldn’t even come outside, they just stared at me from behind their credenzas until I gave up trying to get them to take my money. For the record it was an unseasonably warm, almost balmy 45 degrees, I have no idea what they were afraid of. Maybe I was grimacing too much. At the other dealers, they threw the perfect countermeasure to my raging ire- salesmen who look like your genial, golfing uncle Bill. I crumpled up like a sheet of tinfoil, I can’t stay mad at these guys. I’m such a putz. They all use the same technique to force a handshake: they say hello whiile they present their hand all the way up at shoulder height, about 3 inches from their face. You can’t fake not seeing that. Quit asking me how much I want to pay. I’m just here to find out what it costs. The prices are not really so bad, when you consider the 0% financing and factory warranty, but the options are absurd. Air conditioning is an option on most cars. It would seem more reasonable for there to be a ‘delete air conditioning’ option for those who live up near Canada. Since it’s an option, it adds between $600 and $1500 to every car I looked at. It can’t possibly cost anywhere near that to put in, I think it’s a way to advertise a cheap car that the manufacturer knows no one in their right mind will buy. Cruise control is an option. Fine, I can understand that. It’s a necessity for me, however. I discovered that on, for instance, a Mazda 3, it is not available at any price on the ‘Sport’ (base) trim level. Oh no, to get that fancy new cruise control thingamajigger, you need to step up to the ‘Touring’ trim, which starts approximately $3,500 higher. The Toyota Yaris does not have a standard radio, for that wonder of modern technology you need the $630 convenience package. Without it, you get 4 speakers, which is described as ‘radio-ready’. I imagine that would be an accurate name for anything without a radio. The whole package thing torques me off. What logical basis do they have for bundling a radio, rear wiper, and 15" wheels, or a sunroof, heated washer nozzles, and satellite radio? Then you’ve got this Bill Gates-looking motherfucker who has the balls to claim that the prices for cars are clearly marked, then goes into several decades of explanation of how car pricing works (bottom of page). Salesmen aren’t supposed to sell! Customers are mean! Boo fucking Hoo, dipshit. Go get a job you’re qualified for, like shutting the fuck up and shoveling something organic and foul-smelling. There is no way to figure out prices and it’s all over priced anyway. Why isn’t there one fixed price for the car, and other prices for each option? Why can’t I get the options separately? Why do we continue to give money to businesses that act this way? Do we have a choice? What car am I going to buy? How the hell can I afford this? Would they still do business with me if I told them to fuck off as soon as they walked up? Why don’t I try that? What the fuck am I talking about? I don’t fucking know.