What color is it?

21 February 2007 at 15:51 Leave a comment

We’ve recently bought a new car.

What an odd experience.

All any of the salespeople seemed to think was important was the color we wanted, but we didn’t know or care. We wanted to know more about the car. This seemed to startle them.

One drug us out on the lot to show us another car with the color of the car they were wanting to sell us (it would be arriving in a couple weeks) and when we got back inside told the sensible, capable woman dealing with the paperwork that, “They like the color!”

That wasn’t the car we ended up getting, oh, and wanting to shop around freaked them all out. They expected us to walk in and buy the first car (and the first deal) they offered us. They couldn’t believe it when we said we wanted to think about it and shop around.

Is that really that unusual?

Advertisements

Entry filed under: huh.

glitchy Honesty/policy

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed


What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 4 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 5 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 5 years ago

T. Anderson Painter

I am a misanthrope. No one ever believes me, but this seems to prove my point.

Archival

Copyright

2003-2013 T. Anderson Painter
all rights reserved


%d bloggers like this: