My car died rather spectacularly last week. I've been trying to shop for a new one. I want a Subaru Forester, not necessarily new, but under 10 years old and hopefully less than 125k miles.
First dealer, I went into by myself:
Him: "Ha ha ha.. you know that Subarus are the most-owned cars by lesbians? You sure you don't want the Audi Allroad?"
Me: *flat stare* "Why would I want the Allroad?"
Him: "Well.. you're.. I mean.. you're not.. You don't seem to be a.. um.. "
Me: *staring at him and watching him twitch*
Him: "Guess I put my foot in that, huh? So.. the Subaru.."
Me: "Get your manager."
Him: "Now, there's no need for that! I'm real sorry, I didn't know you were a.."
Me: "Get. Your. Manager. RIGHT. NOW."
And then I got him sent home for the day. I found it inappropriate, unprofessional, and completely offensive that he'd try to sway me with the fear that ZOMG!!! Someone might think I'm A LESBIAN!! if I drive a Subaru.
Second dealer, I brought That Guy, because he wanted to see how the Forester handled.. since he'd be borrowing it for camping trips.
Dealer: *immediately talks to That Guy and ignores me as though I don't exist*
That Guy: *points to me* "She's the one buying the car."
Dealer: *acknowledges my existence like I popped into life just that moment.* "Well, hello there, little lady.."
We go look at the car.
Me: "What can you tell me about the specs on the engine?"
Dealer: "Oh, it's an automatic."
Me: ......"Ok, that tells me the TRANSMISSION type.. but what about the ENGINE?"
He didn't know. He'd "have to look it up". We left. Any sales person who can't figure out that the specs of the engine are written on top of the engine and you can see them just by lifting the hood doesn't deserve my business.
Third dealer:
Dealer: "Aw, you don't want the Forester. That's not a good family car."
Me: ".. I don't have a family."
Dealer: "But you will someday. You want something with more carrying space, like a minivan."
Me: "No. I don't. I want a Forester."
Dealer: "No, no you don't.. Trust me, it's impossible to cart a bunch of kids and their gear around in one of those. We have a really nice Caravan.."
Me: "I don't have kids."
Dealer: "Well, time will fix that.."
Me: "And when it does, I'll buy a bigger car. For now, I want a Forester."
Dealer: "Let me show you the Caravan.."
Me: "Goodbye."
Dealer: "Wait!"
Me: "No."
In addition to all this crap, I "don't have enough credit". So.. because I make enough that I've never needed a credit card or a loan, and the only "revolving credit" I have is my Bally's membership, I need a cosigner to get a car. Even with a downpayment half the amount of the car. This irritates the utter snot out of me.
GRR!
It's a brownie kind of day. I'm at the point where I'm going to buy an old, used car that I can pay for all but $1000 of, finance the last $1000, pay it off for six months, then get rid of the old car and buy a new one since then I can actually GET financing for it. Just.. so.. annoyed!
Anyone else have dealership horror stories?
-Spooky
First dealer, I went into by myself:
Him: "Ha ha ha.. you know that Subarus are the most-owned cars by lesbians? You sure you don't want the Audi Allroad?"
Me: *flat stare* "Why would I want the Allroad?"
Him: "Well.. you're.. I mean.. you're not.. You don't seem to be a.. um.. "
Me: *staring at him and watching him twitch*
Him: "Guess I put my foot in that, huh? So.. the Subaru.."
Me: "Get your manager."
Him: "Now, there's no need for that! I'm real sorry, I didn't know you were a.."
Me: "Get. Your. Manager. RIGHT. NOW."
And then I got him sent home for the day. I found it inappropriate, unprofessional, and completely offensive that he'd try to sway me with the fear that ZOMG!!! Someone might think I'm A LESBIAN!! if I drive a Subaru.
Second dealer, I brought That Guy, because he wanted to see how the Forester handled.. since he'd be borrowing it for camping trips.
Dealer: *immediately talks to That Guy and ignores me as though I don't exist*
That Guy: *points to me* "She's the one buying the car."
Dealer: *acknowledges my existence like I popped into life just that moment.* "Well, hello there, little lady.."
We go look at the car.
Me: "What can you tell me about the specs on the engine?"
Dealer: "Oh, it's an automatic."
Me: ......"Ok, that tells me the TRANSMISSION type.. but what about the ENGINE?"
He didn't know. He'd "have to look it up". We left. Any sales person who can't figure out that the specs of the engine are written on top of the engine and you can see them just by lifting the hood doesn't deserve my business.
Third dealer:
Dealer: "Aw, you don't want the Forester. That's not a good family car."
Me: ".. I don't have a family."
Dealer: "But you will someday. You want something with more carrying space, like a minivan."
Me: "No. I don't. I want a Forester."
Dealer: "No, no you don't.. Trust me, it's impossible to cart a bunch of kids and their gear around in one of those. We have a really nice Caravan.."
Me: "I don't have kids."
Dealer: "Well, time will fix that.."
Me: "And when it does, I'll buy a bigger car. For now, I want a Forester."
Dealer: "Let me show you the Caravan.."
Me: "Goodbye."
Dealer: "Wait!"
Me: "No."
In addition to all this crap, I "don't have enough credit". So.. because I make enough that I've never needed a credit card or a loan, and the only "revolving credit" I have is my Bally's membership, I need a cosigner to get a car. Even with a downpayment half the amount of the car. This irritates the utter snot out of me.
GRR!
Anyone else have dealership horror stories?
-Spooky
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do.
