I've been looking for a new car. After all the research, after driving a number of different cars, I finally settled, happily, on a Honda CRV. I found an acceptable model at this dealership. And that's when the experience went south.
When my husband and I went to take a look at the car the salesman really only spoke to my husband. When I spoke to him I often had to ask my question twice. Strike 1.
A week later I called the salesman to make an offer on the car. I reminded him that he'd met us the weekend before and made my offer. He asked for a number where he could reach me and said he'd get back to me. He never did. Maybe if my husband had made the offer... Strike 2.
On the third day I called the sales manager. When I asked him if the salesman had not seriously considered my offer because I'm a woman I got "gee, I don't know." That would have been yet another strike but he kept going. Told me my offer was ridiculous and asked if I knew about the blue book. I informed him that, more importantly, I knew about the laws of supply and demand. This guy was incredibly rude as well (because I'm a woman? I wouldn't be surprised). I've run in to this all my adult life. I can explain, in detail that these testosterone-laden troglodytes would probably envy, the workings of the internal combustion engine. Yet as often as not I'm shown the vanity mirrors or told that I don't need to see the engine. Avondale Auto Center was no exception. I wouldn't buy a car from these masochistic men if you paid me.
Strike 3. You are so out.