The first few months of this year were a little depressing in one area of my life. My lovely friend Katre and I started looking for my first car. I had no idea that it would be such an ordeal. When we first started our search this is what I thought would happen:
- Find a beautiful car (or at least a reliable one!)
- Arrive at a reasonable price
- Go home the happiest girl on earth
How it was in reality?
This is what I thought looking for my first car would feel like…I was so very wrong…
Did I mention that all of this was supposed to happen on the same day? Ahem. Looking back on it I realize how silly it sounds, but that is really what I thought would happen. What actually happened was this:
Katre and I set aside about 4 hours one afternoon to go and look at used cars. We went to several different dealerships and I had my very first experience with used car salesmen. Remember. Katre won’t do any of the talking or anything in a situation like this. She stands there and makes me do it myself. Ugh.
1st dealership: The salesmen didn’t know the prices of any of the used cars. He LITERALLY had to walk back into the office every time I asked him the price of one of the cars. I am not kidding. We finally gave up and went to the next place.
2nd dealership: I let the salesman know upfront that I had a specific budget of about $10,000 thanks to my grandparents and my dad. He told me that he would go inside, find out the prices of the cars, then come back out and show me the ones in my range. He went inside. I stood outside in the heat. Katre wandered off some where. I kept waiting. After 20 minutes he still had not reappeared. So we got back in the car to go to the next place. At that point he walked outside and let us know that they didn’t even own any cars in my price range but if I wanted to spend another 5 – 7 THOUSAND dollars he MIGHT be able to help me out. Wow. Thanks dude…
3rd dealership: Hmmmm. How do I put this? The salesman was creepy. And by creepy I mean that he didn’t really understand the concept of personal space. He showed us one car that was about $4,000 more that I could spend. And continued to creep. Katre told me we were leaving so….we left. No car - no problems.