Let's Make a Deal--Of Snake Oil and Car Salesmen
The car salesman giveth and the car salesman taketh away.
Buying a car is huge, especially if it's your first car. At least that's what we thought, until the manager of the car dealership told us it's not that big of a deal. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Our middle child, Laura, at times appears snake-bit; for whatever reason, this is the kid for whom the simplest of things turns into a Herculean effort frequently requiring major readjustments in any plan as well as reinforcements to get over the goal line.
It's turned out to be no less true now that she's intent on buying her first car.
She's been looking for months, performing her due diligence as to used or new, make, model and so on. So when she asked me to accompany her to a Mazda dealership, ready to buy, last week, I agreed. (Given her history, I agreed with some trepidation, but I agreed.)
At first it looked as though the usual string of false starts would continue. Armed with a certificate from our insurance company, she entered the showroom thinking she would be able to get a new car for a really great price, which of course, turned out to be false, as she wasn't a veteran of the armed forces, no one in our family owned a Mazda and her eyes are blue instead of brown. Okay, I made that last one up, but the golden ticket was dependent upon a number of incentives, only one of which she qualified for (she's a college graduate).
As we walked out of the store, Laura near tears, the door behind us suddenly opened and a well-dressed guy called after us.
"Excuse me, was there a problem? I'm the general manager; maybe I can help you."
"No, the other salesman didn't do anything wrong," Laura said. "I just came in here with this certificate, thinking I could get a car at this price but I don't qualify for the incentives. I can't afford to go higher than this."Continued on the next page