I’ve been saving for a few years now, researching for over six months. I know exactly what kind of car I want. Also, I’m a damn-near middle-age man, despite people telling me I don’t look a day over 25. Oh, and it’s 2019! Why are we still haggling like we’re in a Mesopotamian bazaar? You guys run nationwide commercials boasting about your can’t-be-beat President’s Day Sale! … yet you’re stereotypical-car-salesmanning me right now?! You know how every movie portrays car salesmen as sleazy, lying scumbags desperately trying to make a sale, regardless of whether the vehicle is right for that person, or if it even works? It’s a cinematic trope only slightly less overdone than the hero getting the girl. Well, I know how this movie ends. The hero won’t buy the car.
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