I had a particularly awful weekend. There were several reasons for that, but the main reason is our massive car buying fail on Saturday. When I say fail, I mean...fail.
It went something like this. James inherited his dad's truck when he passed away last January. It's a '99 Chevy Silverado, but seriously, this thing is amazing. It's huge, it has every feature you could get in 1999, and it's in impeccable condition with low mileage. Men lust over this thing like Ron Swanson lusts over a meat tornado.
It's a great truck and every man's dream, but we've been wanting to sell it or trade it in for awhile now for many reasons including it's lack of practicality for future babies and the anxiety we get just trying to park it. Anyway, we finally agreed on the make and model of the car we want to buy. And we decided to trade in the truck when we buy the car.
James spent a lot of time doing research online and calling around. He found two good deals at a dealership nearby, so Saturday afternoon we went to check it out, and my dad met us there since he's a genius at car buying and finances and all that jazz. James sold cars for awhile in college, and my dad has bought many cars, so I felt confident we would come home with a new (to us) car. We test drove both cars, found one we were in love with, and sat down to talk numbers.
And that's when all hell broke loose. James and my dad know what they're doing, and they've done a lot of research on the value of the truck. We are not unreasonable people, but we knew what it's trade in value is and what our bottom line would be. After at least an hour of waiting, the salesman came back with a number on the truck. A number four thousand dollars below what it needed to be. An offensive number, really. There was some heated discussion and some arguing. The salesman went back to talk to his manager.
While he did that, we looked at the carfax report and looked the car up online again. Two things were wrong. The carfax and the salesman had told us the car had just gotten new tires. There was no doubt the tires on the car were not new. Not even close. But that's a more minor issue compared to what happened next. All three of us had looked up the car at home on our respective computers. We had all seen the same price. We had even looked at it right before we went into the dealership. During the negotiations, we looked up the price again, and it had gone up two thousand dollars. Two thousand dollars! Shady, no?
So we immediately brought this to the salesman's attention and his manager's attention. Their response? "Oh, no we never listed the car for that price [the cheaper price we saw online]. It's funny though, you're the second person to say that happened to them today. Maybe our website was hacked again." Sure, SURE. I'm sure that's what happened. We show interest in a car and the website magically gets the "correct" price. And not only that, the price wasn't coming down and they would only pay us about half the truck's value. Lesson learned: print out a picture of the website with the price. Rookie mistake.
So we grabbed our keys and left.
We saw another really good deal on the same car at a different dealership. My dad couldn't join us, but James and I felt confident we could at least get some numbers from the salesman and see what we wanted to do. So we went.
Right off the bat, we got in the car to test drive it and something was off. It just didn't feel right. There was too much wear and tear on the interior for a one year old car, and the seats were more uncomfortable than the previous car. It wasn't for us, but they had other options and we wanted to know if they would work with us.
Another hour of waiting and questions, and they came back with numbers. I was getting nervous to do this without my dad. He's a numbers man, a killer negotiator, and will put any car salesman in their place in the blink of an eye. They gave us a much better number than the previous dealership (though still much too low), but the guy....the guy was a jerk. He thought we were two little doe eyed babies who had no idea what we were doing. He was dripping with condescension. The numbers he gave us to work with weren't offensive, but he was offensive. His tone, his attitude, his words.
He and James started arguing. It got heated really fast. I had never felt more uncomfortable in my entire life. By that point I had spent about 5 hours in dealerships, and I was exhausted, hungry, and SICK TO DEATH of arguing. Tears were pooling in my eyes and I tried to explain to the man that we weren't in love with the car enough to pay his price for it, but he cut me off every time. At one point he got so fed up with James pushing back (go James!) that he slashed the price he would give us on the truck by 1k. It's a miracle this man had ever sold a car.
The final straw was when the man told us we're stupid. He literally said the words "You two are just stupid."
So we grabbed our keys and walked out. And that man didn't sell a car.
Lesson learned: don't go to a dealership without your dad. Also, some people just don't deserve your business.
If car buying is this hard, I'm not sure I ever want to house hunt.