There was a Gallardo to my left followed closely by a rat rod and a ZR1 to my right. And here I am in my Tupperware rental.
There is an entire fucking subset of humans who call car dealerships to ask for brochures about the cars they are interested in.
This sales rep just told the guy to go Jeep’s website to get the information he needed, and he was like, “Oh I know, I already did that, but I want a brochure so I know what I’m looking at.”
Are you fucking kidding me? You think a fucking advertisement put out by the vehicle’s manufacturer is the best source of information on that car? Your life must be one bad decision after another.
If this car-buyer says “Chevrolet Transverse” one more time I’m going to scream. How the fuck is an English speaking American with a purely white-American accent going to persistently add two whole letters to a fucking English word, over and over and over again, regardless of how many times the Sales Rep says it properly?
"Traverse"! Fucking middle school vocabulary! You are literally looking at the word on the online listing for the vehicle. Sound it out, and DON’T ADD LETTERS TO IT. GOD DAMNIT.
"Nah man I need a 7 Series, I have a 5 Series right now. I’m not gonna go from a 5 Series to a 5 Series, and I’m definitely not going to go to a 3 Series, that’s a woman’s car."
I want so badly to post this dumb pile of shit’s phone number all over Tumblr. Stupid, ignorant, fucking piece of worthless shit. Fuck your 7 Series asshole, you don’t know enough about cars to even deserve a BMW. I hope you wrap it around a light pole right after you fucking buy it you stack of garbage. Fuck you. FUCK YOU.
Just listened to a sales call for a Rolls-Royce Ghost where the customer, after asking numerous questions on the special the dealership is running and receiving detailed answers to those questions, suddenly asked the sales person why she (the customer) had to keep asking questions and why he couldn’t just be “forthcoming” and tell her everything she wanted to know. She said “I’m holding your brochure; I’m not illiterate.” Earlier in the call, the sales person asked her for her zip code and she replied, “I live in LA.”
Ladies and gentlemen… the 1%.