So something happened to me the other day and it has kinda pissed me off. As many of you know I finally gave up on my cherry red minivan, broke down and bought a new car. A cute little (stress on the little) Mini Cooper. I actually enjoyed most of the shopping for my Mini. I took a couple of test drives, spoke to the guy I would eventually order my Mini from quite a few times including multiple emails and a few face to face visits. Every visit was by me. One was with Brett. I went to order my Mini, I filled out the paperwork, my name was first on all the information, I signed the deposit check.
And yet when it came time to tell me my car was on the boat to come here to America and did I want an ipod adapter in the car? He called Brett - to tell him HIS car was on the boat and did HE want an ipod adapter. What the hell? Is this the frikkin 50's where the pretty little woman can't make those tough decisions? He met Brett ONLY one time, before and after that he dealt only with me.
To say it pissed me off would be to put it mildly. But I put on my best game voice, called him back and told him that yes I wanted the adapter and if he had any more questions that needed answering he could call MY cell phone at MY number for MY car. I haven't heard back from him. Ya think he heard in my voice how upset I was?
I thought I was very calm about the whole thing. I really hate how car dealerships assume that any woman that walks in the door needs a man's permission to buy a car. I thought that this place was different, sigh. Still irritates me.