Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Why I'll never want to buy a car from a man...

Yup, my pretty new car was sold to me buy a woman, and for a reason. After test driving many cars in the area I hit a local Honda dealer. The salesman, a typical slimeball, spoke only on interiors, features and not about the car itself. Slightly annoying. I had questions of transmissions, warranty packages, and safety features. My only request was a sunroof. This Honda man spoke down to me, as if I should be expecting a little pat on the head. Poor little woman...came shopping without her husband.

Well, I ignored the horrible jokes, sales pitch "car of the year" speech and test drove the accord. Me? I liked it. I despised him. During the test drive he was holding onto the side of the seat as if he was expecting me to drive insanely. Me? NOPE. I totally wanted to be a race car driver. Knock on wood...no accidents. Speeding? Yup, but I got big feet! Which in turn makes it a lead foot.

As the test drive was ending and my head was splitting from listening to the man speak, he took me through the "maintenance area". He actually felt the need to tell me this is where they service cars and oil changes. Really asshat? You mean the do those things...and have lifts and a garage to do it in? Wow, me and my pretty little womanly head never thought that! Wow.

Then through the "merchandise area" where I made a comment about the owners having their own bobble heads. He then proceeded to make horrible comments about the owners and how they don't get along and only agree on one thing...money. "they both like their money" says the dumb man. Me? not a good sales pitch. But? what does a silly little woman know about that...other than they aren't getting mine.

Finally, as the hour passed, I asked him about $$$. He shot a grin so fast it wasn't even funny. "why should I haggle over prices with you, if you are just gonna bring your husband to haggle me more?" HHmmm... heart palpitations, warm flushed feeling, snotty tone came over me. "well you don't have to, but I also don't have to buy a car" I said. Reluctantly he sat me down and made several trips to his boss and went more into horrible jokes.

Looking over the prices, he wasn't going to give me a darn thing off the sticker price and told me my trade in was useless there. Hmmm... F you big man. F U. I'm guessing if the man of the house was there, i would have gotten a better deal. But then he probably wouldn't have even spoken to me at that point.

My car, sold by Rosa, was nice. I knew more about the car than she did, but at least I didn't need to have a penis to talk facts and money with her. That there my friends is why I'll never want to buy a car from a man. You need to have Big boobs or a penis to get what you want out of them!

4 comments:

Peanut Butter and Jelly Boats said...

Ugh Men!! It's our mission as mothers of boys to teach them right!!!

Cousin Amber said...

That poor kid!!! I miss him!

Cousin Amber said...

shit, that comment i just left was supposed to be linked to your Memorial Day one. Dammit.....

COusin Amber said...

...But since i'm here...i had the same problem with a salesman at a Honda dealer too. They are so condescending. Fuck 'em.