This is what happens when people play nice
Since today is Good Friday, and I didn't have to work, I took Dad looking at cars with me. I really wanted to see the color of the Hyundai Santa Fe that I was interested in, though still not absolutely convinced to commit to it. I didn't like the blue. It was no where near what the other dealership told me it would be. The car salesman there gave me the heebie jeebies, and he started the song and dance I hated. I am not sure if it was his spray tan, the food crumbs on his shirt (he had been eating almonds when we drove up) or what, but something didn't set right. Dad probably thought I was near certifiably insane. The guy went from "no where possible" to "we can get it where you want it" in about 4 minutes after supposedly talking to his manager. I would not give him my info when he asked. I know they have to track that they actually talk to people, but I told him I didn't want him calling me later, so he couldn't have my name. We were goin...