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2006-08-06 - 11:11 a.m.

Feast your eyes on this:

This, Gentle Reader, is the Pontiac Solstice. I have started thinking about my next car purchase, since my current car now has 140,000 miles on it and should have 75,000 at this point in it's life. I put a whole lot of miles on a car. My dilemma is whether to sell my car while it still has some value, or should I drive my current car until it dies in the dirt? It's a quandary. The car I have is nice, comfortable, has no mechanical problems, and I've had the AC redone and the Transmission replaced in the past year. Chances are, it's good to go for a while longer.

But look at that picture of the Solstice again.

See my problem?

When you start thinking about a new car, you develop "new car fever".

So guess what happened yesterday? I don't know who sells Pontiac around here, so I thought I'd take a guess at it and call a local car dealership. I don't like to deal with car dealerships, because the salesmen frequently are ignorant and treat women customers very differently than they treat male customers. I was once told to "Come back when hubby was available". I had the money in my bank account to write a check for the car that day. Assholio didn't know who he was alienating. I went someplace else and paid cash for a car.

So yesterday, I called a car lot to find out if they even sell the car I'm interested in. I asked to speak with a salesman and when he picked up the phone, here's how the conversation went:

Me: "Hi there! I am looking to test drive a Pontiac Solstice and I'm not sure which local dealership carries Pontiac. Do you guys have them?"

Salestard: "Why don't you give me your name and number and I'll call you back later and let you know what we have on the lot." (bad answer - I wanted a simple yes or no, and I don't want a bunch of salesmen having my number)

(I thought they must not have them, and he wants my number so he can call me to pitch whatever type of roadster they do carry.)

Me: "You must not carry the Solstice since it doesn't spring to mind right away."

Salestard: "Click."

Bitch hung up on me! This pissed me all the way off. I called back immediately and reported his jackass behavior to the manager of the lot. The manager gave me the standard apology and I told him he should seriously confront the salesman and let him know that he needs to behave in a professional manner whether or not he believes he is about to make a fast buck, because you never know who you are pissing off. I am someone who can and will buy a car, but definitely not from that jerk.

I don't know if he is smart enough to realize that rude, ignorant salesmen will hurt their overall business. I suspect the manager is as big a jerk as the other guy and none too smart. They have definitely lost my business.

At least they didn't tell me to have "hubby" call and ask the questions.

Y'know... that really pisses me off. I am not one of these meek, mild, little, baby-talking, air-head women. I have a professional presentation. It angers my chi to be the recipient of that kind of neanderthal sexist mentality.

Now, who wants pie?

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