I found the car I wanted all the way the hell in San Diego. It had every option I was looking for, but I made sure not to fall in love with it because as soon as I heard that it was located at an independently owned car lot, my bull**** detector switch flipped on.
The Salesman: Mike, a black guy in his 50's. Really good fella, no upselling of needless warranties and no nonsense. I made an offer and they came within 500 bucks of it- DEAL!
Car lot Sales Manager: This man on every dealership is usually the embodiment of evil in an expensive suit. Almost every one of them I have ever met was a conniving, forked-tongued swine that would sell his mother's soul to make a buck. From the moment we met I believe he understood from the get-go that I wouldn't take any BS.
This Sales Manager was different, he answered all of my questions immediately and put me at ease. He explained everything that I would be paying and gave me a comprehensive breakdown of my payments. He didn't try to make me buy any extras or make me feel guilty for saying ""no"". I was in and outta there within 2 hours.
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