Thursday, November 17, 2011
Occupy Wall Street, I Mean Car Lots
My headache . . . may be due to thinking about having to buy a car and deal with car salesmen . . . validated!
My son and his wife bought a new (to them) car less than a week ago. Yesterday the electrical was showing signs of problems, so they took it back to the dealer and asked "what can you do about this?" The sales manager pointed his finger in my son's face and in a very loud voice said "Don't you cop an attitude with me or I won't help you at all!" Holy moly, man! What is wrong with people??! Needless to say, I was extremely angry when my son told me this. I wanted to go down to the dealership and rip him a new one. But, I didn't think my grown, married son would want his mommy to go yell at the mean man for him.
Man, just thinking about it is making my head ache. I just want a horse and buggy so I don't have to deal with car salesmen. Or roller skates. Or a skateboard. Or a bike. Or maybe just do what my mom did for so many years . . . take a taxi.