Douchebaggery, its an art.

Ok, so this last weekend it was go time to find a new ride. This means that I have been peeping cars online for at least a couple of weeks, and I had a few that I wanted to take a gander at. I am no novice car shopper. I have bought four vehicles in three years, we have it down to a science and know what we like, and now after a few eye openers, know the questions to ask, and what to look for. So imagine my excitement having a total douche bag for a car salesman.

So if you're going to try and sale me a car that has the following wrong with it, well Ill get to that in a minute, first the list ( I effing love lists!):

Cracked windshield-wont pass inspection

crazy motor shake

cracked rear lights both clear and red-wont pass inspection

tons of dings and dents

the right side of the trunk was not flush with rest of car, almost 1 1/2 inches difference

strange spray over, almost like it had been repainted. though I was promised it wasnt

filthy inside, found some CD's though.

I could go on, but you get the gist of it.

So this poor, starving, college student told me that he went to Weber, was in in the Photography department and this is how he was paying for college. Well, first off, this was the same night we (the Aggies) were playing Weber in mens basketball, so instantly I hated him. Then he tried to explain just how fast this particular car was going to sale. Umm, not exactly. He asked us what we were doing later that day and we explained that we were going to go pick up a tv for my father in laws dad, and he the told me "oh man, my roommate and I just picked up a 50 inch LED samsung". This peaked my interest, because when I was in college, yes I spent a ton of money, but never had enough to buy a big ass TV.

After pulling off the freeway, which we were only on for a mile or two, the check engine light came on. I was over it. Pulled the piece of shit back into the lot and tried to plan our escape. He then told me he was going to go get the carfax, instead came back out and introduced us to the "owner". Now this Howie Mandell look alike pufta deserved to get drop kicked right off the start. This guy started hounding me harder than a dog with a cat in a tree. "what can I do to earn your business? what do you not like about the car?" me "everything!"

He kept going and I could smell the stale cigarettes and coffee on his breath, oh dear lord help me. The "owner" then told me "Im going to go ask my boss if I can do better on the price" Wait a minute, arent you the owner? Im so confused. The original car salesman came back out, without the car fax again and gave me one last spiel "by buying this car from us today you are supporting a locally owned and operated business and would help out a poor college student."

I puked right there. Eff you! Thats what I wanted to say, but rather I just said thanks for their time, and then bitched about it for the next three to four hours.

Thanks for wasting my time douchebags. I dont support poor college students that have bigger TV's than me. What ever happened to selling something that didnt suck? OH well, I bought a better car from someone else, so they can SUCK IT! Picture to come whenever I decide to take my lazy ass out into the cold and take a photo.