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I hate talking to car salesmen. When shopping for our last daily driver, we walked out of a lot because of a "talking down" salesman. We pulled into a local Mopar/Subaru dealership. It had become obvious that our grocery hauler at the time, a 1979 Volare wagon, slant 6, was beyond the stage of being worth repairing. I've posted here before that no ego is involved when we buy grocery haulers...I really don't care what strangers think about the car we take to parking lots. So, this salesman asks what we were looking for. I told him a car for Cindy, a grocery hauler, with enough head & legroom for me to drive. Did we want new or used? I told him either, whatever Cindy liked. The stupid **** kept talking to me, never once to Cindy. Strike one. He kept talking down to us, strike 2. In the showroom was a red Viper Rag-top. He asked the "wouldn't you like to be able to afford one of those?" question. That's when I lost it...I reminded the ******* that I told him the car was for Cindy, yet not once did he talk to her. Then I told him the truth, that in Cindy's purse was a money market checkbook with a balance that would buy two of those ugly cartoon car Vipers, but that's not the car we wanted. We then walked...went to a Ford dealership, bought the 4 door Ranger. Still driving it to this day. The Ford dealership had no problem accepting Cindy's check, and the salesman asked her if she wanted to go for a test drive...she came back saying she liked it.

Next time we shop for a grocery hauler? We'll probably use a buying service like the one Costco offers. I hate talking to car salesmen. I really hate talking to bozo car salesmen.