On the TTLB Ecosystem, car salesman are easily Insignificant Microbes. As a recovering salesperson myself, these people shouldn’t be allowed to use the word “sales” as their profession.
Case in point, I went to a Volkswagen dealership yesterday to look at a pre-owned car for ArtsyDaughter. (Pre-owned… such marketing.) I waited for the “Internet Sales Manager” in his nasty little office. In walks a twenty-something guy and the conversation went something like this:
Slimeball: Talk to me! (yes, he really said that)
Me: (Annoyed stare that says, “Wanna try that again?”)
Slimeball: Uh… how may I help you?
Me: I’m interested in these two cars I printed off your website.
Slimeball: Well, I want you to get such a good deal that you drive it home tonight.
Me: Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. I’m just looking for the best price and some information.
Slimeball: Ok. Let’s see what we can do to make you happy.
Me: Buddy, that list is long and distinguished. Right now, what’s the best you can do on these?
Slimeball: (Computer keys clicking….clicking….clicking….)
Slimeball: Here’s the best I can do on each car. Awesome deals on both.
Me: Right. The second car needs tires.
Slimeball: Oh. Okay, I can give you two tires.
Slimeball: That’s all I can do.
Me: Well, I’ll take that under advisement.
Slimeball: So, what’ll it take for you to make this deal today?
Me: See that Texas Lottery billboard sign? Winning that.
At the end of this 15 minute exchange I felt like taking a shower. In hydrochloric acid. And a steel brush.
But, it’s the end of the month, and Husband and I will be back at it this weekend. Wish us luck. Or send money. Or both.