The time I was at the car dealership

I was looking for my first car. A used whateverthefuck. I scheduled a test drive after work. I got there and the guy was about the age that I was at the time, early 20s. We made small talk and looked at the vehicle.

I asked him questions about the transmission and oil. He couldn't answer. I looked at the inside and there were bits of crumb residue in the back. Basically it had been a messy fucking car, they vacuumed it, and then it still looked bad. I ignored that.

I got into the driver's seat and felt nervous. Like I was about to make a really final decision. I tried to adjust the mirrors and the buttons weren't working. That was it for me.

I was done at that point. Said it was a safety concern. The guy said how "we could fix that" or some shit to that effect. I said I wasn't interested. He practically ran off like a bitch and got his boss.

Smug, fake happy acting guy came out. "You don't buy a pair of shoes without trying them on" I said I wasn't interested because of the mirrors. I remained firm as he tried to sweet talk me. He quickly knew I wasn't coming around. His tone changed he said "okay" and that was that.

That car is probably in a scrap yard at this point. The dude who was the initial salesperson, I couldn't imagine him still being there, fake happy douche probably still is.

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anonymous Other July 01, 2026 at 7:05 am 0 0