Doug Kanter wrote:
> "jmcquown" > wrote in message
> ...
>> Doug Kanter wrote:
>>> "jmcquown" > wrote in message
>>> ...
>>>> jmcquown wrote:
>>>>> Andy wrote:
>>>>>> jmcquown wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>>> 100,000 mile/10 year warranty including powertrain and 24/7 free
>>>>>>> roadside assistance. That plus an excellent little car, can't
>>>>>>> beat it with a stick
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Do you mean can't beat a manual transmission or the old saying?
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Andy
>>>>>
>>>>> Both. I always drive manual transmissions
>>>>>
>>>>> Jill
>>>>
>>>> Why is it car dealers always want to sell me an automatic? I state
>>>> specifically I want a standard transmission and they are all agape
>>>> and agog - are you sure?! They still try to show me automatics.
>>>> No, I don't want one. Yes, I'm sure. Why does that surprise them
>>>> so much?
>>>
>>> Because they don't have as many standards on the lot most of the
>>> time, and sometimes none at all. They figure you'll walk and head to
>>> another dealer.
>>
>> Which I would, if they didn't have standards on the lot. But no,
>> this was more like "but you're a WOMAN..."
>>
>> Jill
>
> What putzes, those salesmen. I bought my Toyota pickup from a woman
> at the dealership. The showroom floor was spotless, so I slid under
> the truck to look at attachment points for a towing hitch. She came
> over, asked what I was looking at, slid under there with me, and gave
> me a guided tour of all sorts of design features. Amazing product
> knowledge. AND....she was a real dish! Too bad she had a ring on. I
> could've spent a lot more time under there with her. :-(

LOL Perhaps she'd encountered you in the produce aisle, hence the ring

Back in the early '80's I went car shopping with my mom. She knew what she
wanted. She (and Dad) had done their Consumer Reports research, etc. We
looked around the lot, she found the model and features she wanted. The
salesman took us to his office. The first thing he did was say something
stupid like, "If you have to call your husband for permission we'll wait
until he comes in." HUH?! We were outraged; I really couldn't believe he'd
just said that. Mom replied, "Excuse me, I don't have to ask for
'permission' to buy anything. I was fully prepared to talk to you and if we
came to an agreement, to write you a check IN FULL. Guess what, we're
leaving."

When we got home she told my dad and he called the manager of the
dealership. Not only can his wife buy whatever she wants without his
'permission', they certainly would never buy anything from the dealership
and indeed would tell *everyone* they knew not to buy anything from them,
either.

Wonder how long that crass salesman lasted after losing a (think 1985
prices) $30,000 cash on the barrel-head sale?

Jill