As a side note, IME the BBB isn’t going to be interested in this at all. They intervene if there is some financial issue (something wrong with the car, not as advertised, wrong financing terms, whatever). As long as you didn’t take a hit in the wallet, they don’t care if the salesman is a racist. They’ll get your money back if you were defrauded, but they won’t force him to apologize or get him disciplined or fired for being a dick.
Better to go to corporate.
Won’t a slow one work just as well?
I did ! On the phone I said, I and my Korean daughter will be coming in to get the car in a little while. The only thing you could hear was the hiss on the line. So, the " you never know who you are talking to " freaked him out but good and I suspect he figures he whistled by the graveyard because I didn’t walk in and cause a major fucking fuss.
I should have and I’m angry with myself for- as you accurately phrased it- being a pussy and not doing what I should have.
Letters will be written. Names will be taken.
Oh, and don’t concern yourself too much with the cycle of typos. We just figured you’re still hung over. 
I heard he’s selling Nissans in X-Town.
Cartoon just my two cents. I understand your outrage, but I think you scared the hell out of this guy when you and your daughter showed up. (Especially if the two of you had the same expression on your faces.) And sending in a calmly worded letter to the sales manager of this dealership won’t hurt. But this just may be one of those battles that are better left behind you.
A racist won’t change his mind just because his boss says somethng to him. In fact, it’ll just push him further out that way. He may keep his mouth shut at work, but with his ilk it just starts (or adds to) that slow burn inside of him.
Look, Ma, I’m a pearl! Just like the ones around your neck that you clutch in fevered and fearful anticipation whenever some unsuspecting busy-body asks me if I’m married, and you’re afraid that, in response, I’ll offer even the slightest detail of my unrepentent choad-licking ways. (Hey, y’all, I had to go *somewhere * with the pearl thing!)
Anyway, thanks, dude. Oh, yeah, I remember the part of your OP where you got skidmark with the whole Asian daughter thing, and then took her with you (that shit cracked me up). I was just giving an example of what I, myself, have had to do on occasion, in lieu of taking things farther up the food chain.
I should also take this opportunity to clarify (because it’s probably not clear to everyone here) that I don’t take lightly the notion that someone ought to lose one’s job over stuff like this. Like I said, the punishment could vary with the strength of the offence.
For instance, slurs of any kind (that anyone who’s been raised in America or has spent a significant amount of time here ought to know is a slur) should be grounds for immediate dismissal. So should any egregious stereotyping. On the other end of the spectrum, perhaps “good” stereotypes (even though I can’t abide those, either) would warrant, at the very least, a most aciduous tongue-lashing. The first time it happens. And I do mean “at the very least”.
And re my being hung over (smart ass!), a little midrash (Hebrew lesson: it’s similar to a story): Some months ago, I read an obit in the paper, and one of the things the widow was quoted as saying was, “Dave sure loved his liquor,” and I thought to myself (after craking up, then picking myself up from off the floor), “Bless her heart! That’s what I want someone to say about me when I throw off this mortal coil!” And I meant it, too. Still do. 
Well, yeah, but the point is not to change the asshole’s mind. The point is to teach him that it’s best to limit shit like that to his circle of similar-minded slack-jawed friends and relatives. Changing his mind would be icing on the cake, no?
I think you need to take a chill pill. The guy was just being funny and Chinese is different from Korean…they eat cats instead of dogs!
For your information, the illegal (but quite prevalent) “boshintang stew” restaurants here use dogs and cats to make that crud.
Let’s be concise in our language here; the guy was trying to be funny. In a spectacularly inappropriate way for someone who makes his bread-and-butter dealing with the public. I don’t think anyone’s arguing that he meant it as anything but a joke, but it was a joke not worth making.
Exactamundo.
As said elsewhere in here, if his mind is bent that way, he needs to keep his bends to himself.
I wouldn’t have literally dragged my daughter into it, whatever course of action I decided on. Why fuck up her day?
It wasn’t an attempt to fuck up her day, trust me. It was much more along the lines of her being in the room when I got the call and my repeating it to her after I got off the phone and both of us nodding and saying, " Oooooh you’re going with me/ I’m going with you" kind of thing.
She’s 15 1/2, not 6. I give her enough respect to have a sense of self and a sense of how to handle negativity. Rather, she is in the process of learning to handle such and this was a chance to see things unfold in real time and yet have some protection there in the guise of her father. That is opposed to her having to deal with racist shit from jerks like this guy out there in the world with nobody next to her.
I’m not trying to turn this into To Sir With Love meets Durango Street meets Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner meets MAS*H, okay? It was a thing that happened, she went with me, got an eyeful and earful of this asshole and got to add this to her life experiences.
I didn’t do it to teach her a lesson with her kicking and screaming. She was pretty torqued up by what this toad had said and wanted to see his face. I don’t think that having some spine is a negative thing.
But how cool would that be?
It reminded me of “Hey, Big Tuna!”
Well, at least he has enough of a conscience to be abashed by the whole thing.
By all means, hang him out to dry, but I do take a small scrap (a very small scrap) of comfort (wrong word, not sure of correct one here) that he was embarassed.
If he’s truly an asshole, he shrug and do it again. If he is as socially awkward as he seems to be making such lame attempts at humor, this may focus him on his job.
Yanno, I was not inclined to cut The Big Putz any slack but you are correct. He does have a shred of conscience. Perhaps it is like those photos of a twin growing inside someone’s chest cavity, with a bizarre and frightening clump of hair, an eyeball, seven teeth and a half a fingertip all in an area the size of a softball.
That is what this guy’s conscience is. It’s there, but stunted and not of any real use. OTOH, were he totally amoral you are right- he’d have been a jerk and just shrugged.