I seem to remember Joan Baez (sp?) had the same experience with a Jag dealership. In the same kind of clothes, nobody would show her
the time of day, so she scooted up on the hood of the car & the sales staff came running, assuming the rivets in her jeans would scratch the
car's paint. I don't remember now if she bought or swaggered out.
I always take life with a grain of salt . . . . plus a slice of lime & several shots of a very good chilled tequila.
Anne Pearse Hocker wrote: "I just don't think I'm ready for a franchise dealership again."
and Hunter replied " ..... in jeans and an old ski parka. I stopped at the Mercedes dealer in Greenwich and went inside.....
there were maybe 6-7 salesmen along the edges of the showroom..... they all pretended to be busy. I know they were just hoping
I would leave. I went outside and was getting into my car when a salesman rolled up from lunch..... "Can I help you?"
Hmmm... that's better I thought. "Yes, I want a 300D, navy blue, sunroof, tan leather...." We walked into the showroom, the other
salesmen all watching as I sat down and wrote a check <g> Considering my last experience, buying this truck, I have little use for
dealers right now.
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