Seinfeld moment
Paul and I had to go run some errands this morning. We are starting to look at a bigger van (still in the very preliminary stage) for our "huge family" so we decided to drive through the car lot where we bought our van to see what they had.
When we bought our current van we learned a lot about the car buying experience. We mostly learned that we hated it. I think it ranks right up there with getting teeth pulled (although the laughing gas is not so bad!). Anyway, as we were pulling onto the lot we saw two salesmen standing at the entrance. I quickly advised Paul, "Don't make eye contact!" As we made a quick roll through the dealer's lot we could see those pesky car salesmen heading straight for us in their revved up golf cart...they don't even hunt you down on foot anymore! "DON"T MAKE EYE CONTACT!" I said.
I think Seinfeld should have had an episode on used car salesmen. This was our Seinfeld moment...anyone else want to share theirs?
When we bought our current van we learned a lot about the car buying experience. We mostly learned that we hated it. I think it ranks right up there with getting teeth pulled (although the laughing gas is not so bad!). Anyway, as we were pulling onto the lot we saw two salesmen standing at the entrance. I quickly advised Paul, "Don't make eye contact!" As we made a quick roll through the dealer's lot we could see those pesky car salesmen heading straight for us in their revved up golf cart...they don't even hunt you down on foot anymore! "DON"T MAKE EYE CONTACT!" I said.
I think Seinfeld should have had an episode on used car salesmen. This was our Seinfeld moment...anyone else want to share theirs?
Okay-this really isn't a "Seinfeld" moment, (it's more of a "blonde" moment) but I'll share with you how I deal with car salesmen.
When I lived in AZ, I went shopping for my first car. At 22, I didn't know much about cars. I didn't even know the difference between stick shift and automatic. The salesman I dealt with at the first dealership I visited asked me if I could drive a stick shift. I said sure. After all, the car I drove back home had a stick, and it shifted. So, he found a car he thought I'd like and drove it out of the parking lot and down a busy highway, pointing out the car's many winning qualities. As he drove, I noticed he was maneuvering that mysterious stick a good deal more than I'd ever had to in the car I drove back home. When he pulled over and asked if I wanted to drive, I said, "Umm, well, I don't think I can drive a stick shift. Sorry."
So the poor guy drove us back to the dealership and found another car for me. I got into the driver's seat right away this time, and he noticed that the driver's side rear-view mirror was tilted the wrong way. So, he went over to fix it. Meanwhile, I decided to experiment with all of the levers and buttons on the dashboard. Guess which lever I found first? The windshield wiper fluid! And yes, I sprayed him all over as he tried to fix the rearview mirror. He was wearing a very nice suit, I might add.
I let my husband do the test driving now that I'm married. I also let him do the talking. I've found I get more respect that way.
Hope you find another van you like! We made the jump to a van this summer, and
it's been great.
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When I was looking for a car for Derek the "fire ants" as I like to call them, started swarming. I stayed in the car and was sorely tempted to just open up the car door as they approached AND hit the accelerator (not so much as to cause SERIOUS injury) but just enough to deter them from swarming too close.
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