Back in 1985, we were looking to purchase a Mazda 626. One dealership tried tweaking the deal by adding upgrades to a lower trim model, that would have given us essentially the same features as the LX model. I noticed, but did not comment on, the fact that that suddenly the trade-in for our older car had dropped by 700 bucks.
Another salesman, at a different dealership, addressed all his questions / comments to my husband. Note that this was AFTER we’d done all the usual “what do you do?” chit-chat, during which it was revealed that I had a full-time job, and my husband was in grad school. In other words, I was likely bringing in more money than he was. But I lacked the essential equipment (a penis) for handling Scary Transactions, so…
We got into the showroom after the test drive, and I went into attack mode. No, I wasn’t rude or anything, but I had decided that we wanted to pay x amount of cash, in addition to the trade-in of the Omni. I got them down to within 400 of that. It was, all in all, a reasonably good deal, but I was pissed. So we walked.
The next day, we went to a dealership in the othe direction from where we lived (25ish miles either way). We actually had known someone who was a salesperson there, though as it turned out he had left the week before. In any case, we made the same deal there as we’d gotten the previous dealership down to.
3-4 days later, the salesperson from the “talking to the MAN” dealership called me and said that maybe they could make that deal after all.
I sald no thanks. And I told him why.
Back in December 1998, our Civic was totalled (remember, kiddies, ALWAYS wear your seat belts; my husband walked away from a 4 car pileup that totalled 3 cars). He popped into a Honda dealership to see what they had on the lot. We’d discussed what to pay - as we were looking for a 1998, and the 1999s were already out, we had a good idea we’d be able to get a deal. The salesman wouldn’t go down that low. My husband said he needed to discuss it with me. The salesman tried the tack of “You don’t need to get your WIFE’s permission to buy that car!”.
No, he doesn’t. Not if he doesn’t mind SLEEPING in that car. Egad. Playing the macho card, on a Civic??? I could (almost) see it if you were shopping for a “guy car” of some sort (Mustang, Ferrari, or whatever).
In any case, he got home, told me this tale, we laughed about it, and pulled out the phone book (anyone else remember those?) - and discovered another Honda dealership, closer to our house. I went to that one, saw that they had the exact model, year and trim line in the showroom, and said “give me dealer invoice price and I’ll take it off the lot today”. “Don’t you want to test drive it?”. “Nope. No need”.