A couple months ago, I embarked on the mission of finding myself a used car. This was my first time searching for a car of any sort, so I had no idea where to start. I looked at dealerships, I looked through newspapers, and eventually took the techie path and looked online.
Eventually I found a dealership that had a car I was interested in. The dealership happened to be about an hour and a half away from my house. So, I make the trip up to look at this car. We look it over, listen to the salesman’s spiel, then take it for a test drive. The car drove great, no noticeable problems. When we get back to the dealership, we start looking through the car to find problems with it, etc. We find out that the back seat which folds down is completely missing any kind of bolt to hold it in. A problem like this should have been my first inclination to walk away. If a dealer doesn’t notice that the back seat moves freely, what else didn’t he check, right? Also, we discovered the jack and tire iron for the spare were missing.
Unfortunately for me I have recently made an effort to become an optimist with certain aspects of my life. So we told the dealer about it, and he said he would fix it and give a call when the parts came in. I continued to look for other cars in the process. I didn’t hear from the dealer for a couple days, so I decided to give him a call. He gives me the, “Oh yeah, it’s ready, when do you want me to drop it off?” First of all, I live an hour and a half away, so I know there’s no way this guy is going to drop a car off at my house. So I say, “Do you even know who this is?” This was followed by silence. He had completely forgotten what vehicle I was interested in and who I was. This should have been sign number two to just walk away.
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