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| - When one purchases a BMW automobile, and consistently returns to the dealer for service after the sale, you expect some minimal standards to be met. I confess, I have come to rely on this consistency from a dealer in Riverside, CA. However, after moving to Las Vegas, recently I took my car to BMW Las Vegas, expecting a similar level of service. D'Andre was the star of the entire experience...the associate who checked me in for service and discussed with me what I needed from the visit. Everything was done as he described, and completed earlier than expected. He was perfect with his "customer service" and he should be commended. HOWEVER, when I returned to pick up the car, this is where Riverside and Las Vegas diverge in service standards. Rather than return to D'Andre to summarize the service and perhaps thank him for expedient and pleasant service...and I was wanting to discuss the purchase of extending my warranty...I was directed to go to the cashier. If I were to use one word to describe the fellow who wiggled his index finger for me to approach the counter (even when the area around was devoid of other customers) the best word would be "surly". Without any pleasantries, he simply said "Last name" No discussion about the service, confirming what they did was what I had requested. He stated the dollar amount due...no explanation of how they had arrived at that number. (At home I saw a charge of about $25 that I still do not understand) He simply instructed me to place my chip card into the slot...silence. Once the papers and receipt were stapled together, he ripped the tag off my keys, hands them and my paperwork to me with a monotone "thank you" and looks back down at the counter as if he is done with me. I asked where would I find my car, and the answer was one hyphenated word "round-about" and he pointed in a general direction without lifting his head. Okay, I've never been to this dealer before and I had no idea where this round-about was, but assumed it was near where I entered the Service garage, so I marched out, see a round-about, and start looking for my car...clicking my key fob furiously. No beeps. Now I'm walking out into a vast lot near the Service garage entrance...nothing. I stopped a young man with a dealership shirt on, and asked him if he could help me find my car. He asked me where the tag was that had been with my keys, and I indicated the cashier had ripped it off before he handed them to me. He radioed the cashier and asked him about what the tag said and the response was "ten" which apparently meant "round-about" and we both return to that area. No car. We then repeat a nice stroll in the hot afternoon sun, back out into the vast lot near the Service entrance. No car. He asks me to wait there while he went behind a locked automatic gate. In less than 10 minutes, I see the automatic gate open, and my car appears with him driving it out to me. He is apologetic and pleasantly tells me to have a good rest of the day...very kind fellow. Why do they not valet the car to the door so you don't have to go wondering around their property searching for your car? I guess I was spoiled by Riverside, CA BMW. I don't care about walking, I just need to have a little direction from someone who really knows where I can find the car easily. Is this petty? In relative terms, perhaps. It could have easily been prevented by a better system, or even helpful, and pleasant cashier. It did not help me "have a good day" nor a good impression of the dealership. This little sideshow took about 30 minutes. It is worth another 30 minutes of my time to write this review...simply in hopes a minor change is made to prevent others from having a similar frustration.
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