(Cheers, balloons, songs, joy!)
Calm down, it's not that big of a deal.
(Or maybe it is. I may or may not make Hubs toast to my awesomeness every time he takes a drink of his Red Bull.)
Anyhoodle, the job is going to be a great fit for me and I really think/hope/prah/voo doo/ Ouiji board/witchcraft that I'll do well in it.
One of the best perks about my new job is that I have a car allowance.
(I know, what?)
It's true. Due to the high volume of driving I'll be performing in this position, my company provides me with a moderate car allowance that will assist in purchasing a new, reliable, attractive to customers, safe to drive vehicle.
Naturally, because of this development, rather than focusing on the exciting new products I get to sell, I am instead focused solely on my new car.
(Two minutes into my job, and I'm shopping already. Heaven help us.)
Therefore, during the majority of Friday afternoon, Hubs and I went around to various dealerships trying out vehicles that meet my company's expectations and requirements.
The requirements are basically:
b) SUV or truck (Insert snort here. Like I'd ever drive a truck.)
c) decent gas mileage
d) adorable body style that inspires Hubs to say, "Damn you look hot in that thing."
Okay, maybe "d" is my requirement.
Anyways...on the way to the dealerships I was
I mean, the allowance my company gives me by no means pays for my vehicle, but it does help to ensure I'm not driving a $3,000 beater car, either.
So there Hubs and I are, visiting dealership after dealership, trying to narrow down which vehicle is going to do the best job, for the best price, with the cutest accessories and MP3 space.
It's not as easy as it sounds.
I have to admit, I envisioned a slightly different car shopping experience than I received.
(Like, red carpets, champagne, and caviar snacks while shopping.)
Clearly I'm exaggerating, but I did I assume most dealers would treat us with respect, help if we had questions, and in general try to MAKE THE SALE.
Instead, much to my surprise, we had to GO AND SEEK OUT the sales people ourselves several times.
I mean, no, I wasn't wearing my pearls and 6" stilettos that day. And yes, Hubs was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. But really, is it a requirement to put on your Prada to receive decent service in a dealership??
Cuz it shouldn't be.
(I'm aware I probably sound like a whiner. Poor princess has to go seek out a salesperson to show her a car. Like, big deal.)
And you're right about that.
But in reality, it was the manner in which the sales people acted once we had identified ourselves as serious buyers that had me seeing red.
Look, to start with, I wasn't about to share with the sales dude that, "HEY! My company is giving me x dollars to spend on a brand new car! What kind of deals can you give me?" No, no. I wanted them to earn my business, and the pay off would have been good for them.
Apparently no one wanted that pay off.
One particular dealership really had me pissed. We arrived and (after several minutes) went inside to find a sales person. Here's what happened:
Me: (walking around showroom floor) I wonder if the guy destroying that doughnut over there might want to help us rather than taking his cholesterol up another 8 points.
Hubs: Stop it. Your voice carries.
Me: Well. I'm just sayin'.
Salesman: (sees Hubs and me and
waddles walks over.) Ahem. May I help you?
Salesman: (looking me up and down disapprovingly) What are you interested in seeing?
Me: We're just checking things out. You guys have some nice cars here.
Salesman: (rolling eyes) Wellll, yes, we do.
Me: (pointing toward the Ford Flex) How much is this one?
Salesman: (staring at me blankly and fiddling with his pen.) I don't think this would fit your style.
Me: (incredulous) Well, I didn't ask if it would fit my style, I asked how much it was.
Salesman: (calling across the showroom) How much is this, Mike?
Mike: It's very expensive.
Salesman: (looking back to me) It's very expensive.
Me: (starting to cry and pulling wads of cash out of my pocket) Look I got money to spend in here!!
Salesman: (taking broad stance.) I don't think we have anything for you. You're obviously in the wrong place. Please leave.
And then I ran out of the dealership crying while the orchestra swelled behind me. Then Richard Gere brought me back and he let me try on any car that I wanted and eventually took me to the opera.
Oh, and I walked back into the dealership later and said, "You work on commission right? Big mistake. Big. Huge. I HAVE TO GO SHOPPING NOW."
Okay, so it didn't quite happen like that. But what did happen was the salesman basically treated Hubs and I like we were red-headed hookers in thigh high boots.
Joking aside, I would think in this day and age, a car salesman would be thrilled to have a serious buyer on their hands.
Especially a non-hooker buyer.
Regardless, I do get to purchase a new car in the next few weeks, and I WILL find a salesman who is happy to see me.
Any recommendations on where to go? Do you have any car buying horror stories?