Pin It It's now 10 o'clock and I'm just barely getting home. I could use an awful lot of adjectives to describe this particular evening...most of which would probably be in the forms of words such as: hellish, garish, and a lot more -ish words that I would rather not use right now.
Shopping for a new car — I believe that says it all.
I went to five different car dealerships today – all of them this evening. I looked at several different vehicles; test drove on the freeway, and listened to the ins and outs of each model. Though I've done this type of thing several times over the past month or two it was still fun. There's something about sitting in cars that are not yours and then deciding whether or not you could see yourself owning them. You imagine yourself driving them, and perhaps even wondering if anyone would be able to recognize you if you were to indeed make the purchase. In a sense, it's almost like trying on a brand-new pair of shoes. Some shoes just seem to work, while others most certainly do not.
I decided to drop in at the fifth car dealership as kind of an impulsive thing, you know, being sporadic and all that. I was immediately greeted by two of the salesman I'd worked with many times before. I liked them both; they were pretty agreeable fellows. In fact, I really enjoyed the company of one of the salesman…he was witty, friendly, and deep down inside I just liked him. I could imagine that if we’d met on the playground as third graders, we’d have been lifelong friends.
We walked over to the car that I’d seen many times before – and test driven five or six times. It seemed to call to me. It wanted to be mine – I could just tell. However, the price was not quite right to fit into my budget, even after a trade in. That was fine though…like I’d told the salesmen, I was not intending to purchase a car today. The salesman said he’d try one more thing…
Unfortunately, since the salesman just couldn't seem to make the magic happen in the way I wanted (which was fine…I didn’t need a new car today or tomorrow and I’d made this perfectly clear) the floor manager came down to have a little chat with me.
Hell on Earth? I think that would be putting it lightly.
Begin the ‘lookdown upon’ session.
To make an incredibly long story much shorter than what it was in real life, I left the dealership feeling almost like I'd been attacked. Despite the kind words and the many times the floor manager told me that I looked like a, "smart guy who looked like he had it all together," I couldn't help but feel somewhat looked down upon. This was largely due to the presumptuous mannerism and know-it-allness hidden beneath a shallow cloak of civility. The underlying message this man seemed to be relaying was something along the lines of, ‘you, my friend, are a complete moron.’
By the time I finally got away from the dealership it was running on 10 PM, and more than anything I just wanted to go home.
I don't even care that this is not my best writing...
Shopping for a new car sucks, I think I just might buy a horse.