I guess we’ve all been through the car-buying experience. I’ve never liked it. I always feel like the salesmen fight over who gets to wait on me because they can spot a sucker a mile away. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a good deal.
To make matters worse, I come from a family of successful car buyers. There are family stories like my Dad leaving the dealership and getting his car just to be chased down by the salesman finally willing to accept his lowball offer. I’ve tried to be the hard negotiator but it doesn’t work for me. So I’ve just decided to enjoy the process and at least make the salesman work a little bit for my business. I ask questions. I don’t “dicker”. But I have learned over the years to not get emotionally attached to things. And I’ve learned how to say “no”.
Many years ago when I got my truck, it was my dream truck. I had talked about it for years. I knew the color I wanted and the accessories I wanted. We would drive on car lots and I could talk myself out of buying a truck because what they had wasn’t EXACTLY what I wanted. I played this little game for a couple of years. You know what happens when you play with fire. One evening we drove on to the car lot, and there it was. RIGHT COLOR, RIGHT SIZE, RIGHT ACCESSORIES. It was perfect. And even though I tried to talk myself out of it, Betty told me to get it. It got so bad that the salesman quit talking to me and started addressing all of his remarks to Betty. In fact, her name is first on the title!
Well, now we’re shopping for Betty’s dream car. She had one picked out, but as it turns out they quit making that model last year. So, we’re shopping! The other evening we test drove a new car. The salesman was being a typical salesman chatting about everything under the sun while smoothly gathering pertinent information about us. He was a professional. I was picking at Betty and she was picking back at me. I’m sure the salesman didn’t know exactly HOW MUCH was picking so I thought I would let him know that Betty and I really love each other. I told him we would soon be married 34 years.
Without hesitation the salesman said, “God bless you, sir!”
Betty said, “Excuse me!”
I just laughed . . . and laughed . . . and laughed.
I’m not sure if Betty will let me go back to that salesman or not.