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| - Consider this week my "car dealership phase". Given that most of the living world hates buying cars, I feel that it is important to shed some light onto the good (and badder than bad) adventures in carland. Yesterday, I shared a badder than bad, but today I am happy to share a delightful experience!
This is all about my sales experience, as I have never gotten service because we did not end up purchasing a Rover. So, we're not officially ballin', but I really wanted to make it rain at Land Rover. The ride was smooth (but not a limousine for all you Prince fans), and our "Sales Guide" was just that cool. First of all, her name was Cookie! Being a "Misti" I automatically feel a kinship with peeps that have what I will call "cute" names.
Cookie was super laid back with zero attitude, and she had cuh-razy stories about the myriad of characters that roll through the door. She was also low pressure. She called to follow-up one time, and then she was gone. Now, I liked Cookie, but in when it comes to car salespeople, I like it when they're kind on the lot, and then are kind enough to let me go about my life.
Cookie really provided an ideal visit to the land of car sales. She is like Glenda in the Land of Oz... or something like that.
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