Even some real ones! The dealer expected me to pay for this because the police could identify parts coming out of chop shops. I explained that if my car was stolen and cut up for parts, it was now the insurance company’s problem and not mine.
Wally Kogen: Hey you got off easy. I just came here to use the phone and they got me for the whole Road King package. Allignment Shock, Armorol, Stem Lube…
Homer: Hehe, Stem Lube, even I didn’t fall for that!.. Although Winter is coming…
I had found a used car that I wanted at a dealership (same make as the used car), I agreed on the price with the salesperson, and then I went into The Room with (I presume) the sales manager. He started going over the whole list of stuff I could have done to the car before I drove it off the lot. I was very patient, and then I said no thanks, I don’t want any of that. He kind of sighed, and said “Not even this little bit here? Everyone gets that.” No thanks. I don’t remember what any of it was, some of it might have been actually useful. My strongest motivation was a) disbelief and b) disgust that this sort of nonsense was still going on, and c) resentment that this guy thought I was that gullible. Gull-a-bull. I try not to be.
The first time Ms. Napier and I bought a new car together, the salesperson stepped out of the room for a minute, and I said to her, “Hey, watch this, watch what happens.”
And then, when he returned, I asked about undercoating.
You see, I think I’m funny, but I’m actually not.
You’d have thought I showed a French fry to a seagull. Once I had brought it up, there was no way in hell he was going to let it go. I bet it took over a half an hour extra to wrap up the deal, and he had this look of baffled disappointment.
Just to make matters worse, in all innocence Ms. Napier kept saying things like “Wait, honey, this sounds like something we should consider…”