Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Could it Be....Hmmmm Satan????
Now I am not saying that Used Car Salesman are in league with Satan, but if there were ever a poster boy for the term "Snake Oil Salesman" it would be this guy we met at the SANSONE lot in Union County, NJ. We came in to buy my baby a car so she can get to and from school. We had been to at least six places that day and everyone had what was adversites but not. Meaning the cars were there but they really did photograph better than they looked in person.
We decided hey, why not try a big lot. We did, and why several guys tripped over themselves to make a sale we were seated with one guy that seem to ignore everything we said. He kept offering us deals we said we could not afford. We gave a definite no at one point and left. We noticed a hushed huddle behind us as we got into my jeep.
Ushered back in to a big wig, he tried to offer us the same deal. Going back up to the first price we said was too high it was like watching a bad rerun. Finally we were offered a financing deal that was not too bad. We said all right. I may have imagined the big wig rubing his hands and laughing manically but I do not think I did.
Anyway after all was said and done we came back to pick something up and we saw this one guy that looked so slimy and greasy there were sticky green tracks when he walked. There was an aire of brimestone about him as we glided by us and an almost demonic glee in his eye....
I wondered why in all the places we visited that day there were no women salesman. I guess women sell their souls for things more imporntant than their commission.
We decided hey, why not try a big lot. We did, and why several guys tripped over themselves to make a sale we were seated with one guy that seem to ignore everything we said. He kept offering us deals we said we could not afford. We gave a definite no at one point and left. We noticed a hushed huddle behind us as we got into my jeep.
Ushered back in to a big wig, he tried to offer us the same deal. Going back up to the first price we said was too high it was like watching a bad rerun. Finally we were offered a financing deal that was not too bad. We said all right. I may have imagined the big wig rubing his hands and laughing manically but I do not think I did.
Anyway after all was said and done we came back to pick something up and we saw this one guy that looked so slimy and greasy there were sticky green tracks when he walked. There was an aire of brimestone about him as we glided by us and an almost demonic glee in his eye....
I wondered why in all the places we visited that day there were no women salesman. I guess women sell their souls for things more imporntant than their commission.
