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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Unbelievable

We're in the market for a new car, which (of course) means we have to square off with that dreaded beast, the car salesman.  To our credit, I think our last few deals have been remarkably better than our first few were, but it's still a complete drag.  You have to watch every word you say from the moment they shake your hand because much like the justice system, every word you say CAN and WILL be used against you in the finance room.

So, we went to look on Sunday when the lot is closed so we could look in peace. My husband surprised me last night by suggesting we go to the lot to look again, knowing full well we'd probably be driving a new car home as our negotiating skills have improved over the years, but our general will power to walk away has not.

When we get to the lot, I set the stopwatch on my phone and we take bets on how long it will take for the salesman to accost us.  I've seen it happen in less than 30 seconds. Hell, sometimes my seat belt is still on when they are striding our way.  I guessed 2 minutes.  Hubs was a little more optimistic at 5.

We passed the 30 second mark safely, then the minute.  Wow.  We managed to scrutinize several window stickers without being harassed.  Two minutes come and go, then three and four.  I started feeling insulted.  What, didn't we look like viable customers?  I've never NOT been assaulted by a salesman on a car lot.  And we were clearly interested, with my daughter draping herself across the hood of one car or another and the man and I peering through windows and pointing out features.

Five minutes.  No salesman.  We head over to the used section.  We had planned to lease a new vehicle, but the car bug had taken hold and a recent model used car could be purchased for about the same as a new lease, monthly payment wise.  

At seven minutes, I put my phone away.  Up and down the aisles we went.  Finally, after narrowing it down to a couple, we decided to bite the bullet and go find a salesman inside. Twenty minutes had passed and no one had even said hello.  I was feeling miffed at being ignored and would have been happy to teach them a lesson by driving off, but no...the lure of a new car was too strong!

And that's when we realized the dealership closed at 6:00 (about the time we left our house).  I guess we just weren't meant to buy a car. LOL

4 comments:

Karen and Gerard said...

Yup, that's what I thought. Those salesman NEVER wait around that long. We scouted out car lots when they were closed too so we could look without pressure.

Dianne K. Salerni said...

I can't stand talking to salesmen. I don't even like it when I'm shopping for clothes and the clerks follow me around trying to take the items I'm carrying and put them in a dressing room. How am I supposed to find things that match if they take them away from me?

The last time we bought a car, my husband did all the dealing while I wasn't present. When he brought me in to sign the papers, he warned the salesman. "She doesn't like to be pressured, so if you try to offer her any special deals or add-ons, she will walk out. Got it?!"

The salesman was a gentleman and didn't even offer me special under-carriage protection spray. :)

shelly said...

That is funny.

Suzanne Furness said...

I hate it when any kind of sales staff can't leave you alone to browse for a while. I'll bet they would be annoyed to learn they lost a potential sale that night! Hope you get a great deal soon.