Hook, line, and stinker...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
1

One time I drove into a car dealership. Before I had even closed the door of my car or begun looking around, a salesman came up and asked me “How much do you make?” I like it. It’s brief, to the point, and lets me know immediately that this guy doesn’t care who I am, as long as I can afford a car.

Each of us (with a few exceptions) has bought at least one car at one time or other.

I used to know a million of 'em, but I need to reprime the pump (and refresh my memory). What is the most blatantly untrue/absurd/insulting/transparently mercenary thing a salesman has said to you while trying to close a deal (or even open negotiations)?

~~Baloo

2

“Sure, that price sounds reasonable. I just need to talk to my sales manager.”

needless to say, I didn’t buy the car. I waited a week and got a nicer looking colour with more options from a different dealer for $4000 less. Putzes.

-niggle

3

What?! You want to buy THAT car? What how old are you anyways? 12? Come on you little punk quit wasting my time.
(At the time I had about 20 thousand from and inheritance, needless to say I stopped turend around and drove off)
Oh I told him to go felch a dead goat too

4

I went in with a friend to buy a car and the saleman told her “oh no, a girl wouldn’t want to own that car, why don’t we look at the nice little car over here.” I almost decked the guy, but instead I suggested to my friend we leave and on our way out the door I screamed at the top of my lungs “The salesmen here are sexist bastards.” :smiley:

5

My brother was starting to comparison-shop for a truck, and I tagged along, 'cause I’m always willing to slam doors and kick tires. After he told her he was just starting to shop, one saleswoman told him, “Oh, if you’re not ready to buy today, somebody else can help you…”

I looked at my brother, and said, “Yeah, and they will, you stupid bitch!”

6

I went to a dealership with my husband to buy a car. The only reason my husband was really there was because he was interested in seeing what was out there. I was buying the car with my money and I’d already done my research and pretty much knew what I wanted and how much I was gonna pay for it. The salesman was chatting up my husband and yakking about how slow it was because of some football game (I forget) that everyone was watching, totally ignoring me. Then he turns to me and says “What did you do today, shopping?” Like I’m some dingbat Barbie doll. I said “Yeah, for a CAR.” The dip shit. I made him pay too, I was paying cash so I pretty much told him I’d give him X amount for the car and if he didn’t like it he could lump it. Of course he ran back and forth to his “manager” a dozen times and finally came out with their invoice saying “Look, here’s what we paid for the car, and here’s what you want to pay…don’t you think we should make SOME money on it?” I told him “You aren’t going to make ANY money on it if I don’t buy it!” (At this point my husband broke into a cold sweat and almost fell out of his chair.) I ended up paying about $150 over their cost. Asshole.

7

“We’ve known each other for a long time and you’ve never bought a car from me.” and I still haven’t.

8

The cliche is “I’ll have to check with the manager”.
My brother was a car salesman, and they all pretended to be “the manager”. They’d talk sports while the buyer stewed.

9

When they pull that “I’ll have to check with my manager” shit, I yell at 'em, “You mean you’re not the person who really makes the decisions? You’re wasting my time. Get me someone who has the authority to say ‘Yes’”.

10

I was in a serious accident in 1992, a guy t-boned me in the driver’s door. I broke my pelvis in three places, and my SI joint on the left was permanently damaged. That was okay, since I really should have been dead, so I don’t mind a few relatively minor ongoing problems. My car was demolished, so I bought a cheap beater to drive until I was ready to buy new.

Anyway, I was ready to buy a new car in 1996 and really did my homework. I decided to buy a Saturn SC2, as it was one of two cars that had driver door “cages” then (Volvo was the other, and was way out of my price range." The Saturn SC2 was the safest car in it’s class that year.

Since they did not have a dealership anywhere near my hometown at the time, I asked my sister and BIL to check out the best place to buy a Saturn in/around Seattle. They liked the people at Puyallup Saturn (pew’al’up to you PNW impaired people.) They got the prices, options and stuff, and called to see what I wanted to do. I chose the high end option package, the color and upholstery options, and they ordered it. My sister also test drove it, so that I would not end up with a safe car that gave me shouldar sprains when I went around the corner. She loved it.

When the car got here, they called me and I got a lift to Edmonds, where they live, and they took me down to pick up my car. We were a little early, so I was poking around the flooroom model, just getting an idea what I was buying.

This salesman comes up to me, and asks if I need any help. Of course, I had a question or two, and he was very nice about answering them. Pretty soon he asks if I am in the market for a car. Of course, I tell him that I am there to pick up the car I had ordered, just waiting for my salesman to get there so I could sign the papers. He got this sort of confused look on his face, and says “but you act like you have never seen the car before.” I said “oh, I haven’t.” About that time, my sister waves me over because our salesman had just gotten there. I hope he got the full scoop from MY salesman, otherwise he is most likely convinced that Lucille Ball was NOT the ditziest redhead in the world-I WAS!

BTW, I absolutely LOVE my Saturn, and it is pretty, too!

Scotti