Why did my Toyota Prius choose to arrive at the dealership early when I am three states plus one ferry ride away, thus unable to rush down and claim it immediately?
Why did Car Salesman call me on my cell phone and get me all excited that my new car is in BEFORE he physically inspected it?
Why did I refrain from telling Car Salesman he is an idiot when he called me back ten minutes later to say, “Someone ordered the wrong interior color. We have to reorder it and start the six- to eight-week waiting period all over again.”
Someone? Apparently “someone else does the ordering” so it was completely out of Car Salesman’s hands. I had no idea the process was so compartmentalized and secret. I mean, I’m sure he TRIED to look at the order after it was made to be sure “they” ordered the right car. What he must have GONE through. The stealthy nighttime raid of “their” file room. The frustration when he realized “they” had relocated the secret papers to an even more secret location.
I feel for the guy. Such dedication. Such valor. Such chutzpah to blame it on someone else and expect me to actually believe him.
Is it just me or is car-buying always this hard?
