Okay, I've bitched before about car sales people…they are considered the scourge of the earth, if you take away the phone and cable companies. However this time it's something else that bothered me, something I never thought I'd have to deal with again. Discrimination. That's right age discrimination. I understand if you're like 16 and go wandering through a dealership that you might not get the respect you deserve or if you walk into a Ferrari dealership…well I think you pay extra there just to be served by snobs. However I'm not a kid any more and this was far from Ferrari.

I guess I might as well tell the story. I'll try to keep it brief for your benefit. I decided to go look at cars, one in particular, a Volkswagen Golf GTI. So I saunter in to take a peak, when this old geezer of a salesman walks over and asks, as he looks at his watch if he can help me. I ask to see the car in question, he shows me the floor model and as I'm talking to him he disappears. The floor model is nice but not the one I wanted to see. I tell him I like the VR6 they have in the lot. Again with an air of royalty he tries to tell me that this floor model and the one out on the lot aren't the same…thanks idiot I didn't realize that. As I'm sitting in the cockpit of the floor model Swifty McVanish walks away again. So I get out of the car and start for the door. Vulture number two sweeps down and asks me if I've been helped. I reply with 'sort of' and he proceeds to ask me ask me who it was like 50 times before I can point of the waste of skin who flunked out of courtesy school to him. So the first guy swoops back in to stop the other guy from actually giving me help. He follows me outside and tries to pick up the conversation.

"I'd like to see that VR6" I says "Do you have the keys for it?"
"Well, I'd have to go in the back and dig them out." He replies. I stare at him blankly with the 'isn't that your job look on my face. "Is this something you want to buy soon?" He continues doubting my conviction.
I'm like "Within six months."
"scoff" is the response. Finally I just said you know what forget it don't bother and I left.

What six months too long for you buddy? You don't like people shopping around? Oh wait, I know what it is, you don't like to deal with young people cause you think we have no money or idea how to spend it. I'm thirty you freak and I'm pretty sure I take home more than you do you brown suit wearing mother…but I digress. How old do I have to be to get the respect I deserve as a consumer?

It reminded me of when I was fifteen and used to help my parents shop for cars. I love cars and I knew way more than my parents ever did. So they used to send me out to the dealer's to look and pick out a handful of potentials before they went down to the dealerships. Talk about getting no respect! But at that age I can see why…I was a pimply faced kid looking at the nice shiny cars. Little did they know that if a dealer got a bad report card from me my Dad wouldn't shop there…not the biggest threat but it made me feel good.

I guess I didn't expect that, not now. I've finished school and started my career. Thirty year olds…I mean we gots the money and the stupidity to but nicer cars than we should. This guy should have seen me as a sucker not a schmuck. I guess my point to the whole thing is: Car dealers, never disrespect a potential buyer we're the ones that put that fat commission check in your pocket, Jackass.

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