I Don’t Feel Sorry For Car Salesmen
I almost typed salesemen. It’s a subtle difference. So I went to look at Dodge Neons at the Denny Hecker’s Dodge. Well, Neons or Hyundais or anything that would be a decent deal, but I had a pretty good idea what I wanted. Well. You know. If I’m not getting a Lotus Elise, what I would want. At first I was pretty happy with the sales guy because he was willing to walk me through the lot and show me cars, but unfortunately the cars were shitty. We finally got back to the front door, and I said that I was sorry that they didn’t have anything that I was interested in, so he said that he could look up anything in the Denny Hecker system. Anyways he came back and said that they could fix up the Neon on the lot to my requirements. It took forever for me to get a real number from the guy, price-wise, and when I did, it was at least 1500 over book. Amazing. I’m thinking of going back and making an offer three grand under book. When the salesman acts all hurt and says that he has to eat and feed his family, I would just reply with the deepest chagrin:
“I’m a poor car salesman, and I can’t afford…” — except in the voice.