We made the deal, shook hands with our salesperson, and were introduced to the finance man. He was the real salesman. He offered us this extended warranty that was God’s gift to car owners.
He started telling us all about our opportunities to protect everything on the car forever ‘til the end of time. Or we could go down the ladder and cover a little less with every step down.
I sat there and listened. I was boiling. We had wheeled and dealed until we had the monthly payment exactly ten dollars above where we wanted it, and we had allowed them the ten dollars. Now they were convinced that this car needed an exceptionally expensive warranty.
I said, “Well maybe this car isn’t so great. After all, it has been a rental car. Who knows what it’s been through?”
He started backtracking, telling me that being a rental car meant it had been serviced especially well. Hmmmm.. Isn’t that like saying that hookers don’t have VD?
Long story short, we bought a low class warranty - just in case this hooker had missed a tune-up here and there.
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