| Detroit Auto Works on Hwy 99 is the best! So I drive in to the Detroit Auto Works dealership Sunday afternoon looking for a 911 cabriolet. As I get out of my ride, I’m approached by a tall thin man in his 50’s wearing a high tech jacket and jeans. The way he slimes his way toward me, I’m not really sure if he’s a salesman or just some customer. He moves like a slug with salt poured over him. It takes so long for this guy to silently close the twenty feet between us (his dead eyes tracking me) that I feel like I’m the one that has to break the ice. “How ya doing?” I ask. He replies through his eyelids “Can I help you?” I proceed to ask if he’s got the specific 911 I was looking for in stock, and he says “Yeah”. He then turns and walks away without saying anything else. I guess I’m supposed to follow him, so I do. No words exchanged, we arrive at two cars, neither are convertibles as I asked. “Uh, do you have any convertible ones?” I ask again. Before I’m even finished with my question he snaps “NOPE” and walks away again. Did I piss this guy off or something? I guess I’m just an ass hole, so I get in my car and start to leave the lot. I see in my rearview mirror that the goon like an electric toy with dead batteries, is just leaning up against a concrete pillar doing absolutely nothing. Suddenly I notice the exact car I asked him for parked right out in front of their lot. I stop, get out of my car, and see if I’m really seeing what I thought I was seeing. Model, price, color, everything I wanted. Sure enough, who do I notice sleazing his way toward me again? “I forgot about that one.” he deadpans as his snail trail glistens in the sun. “Is there someone else that can help me?” I ask “You seem to have something better to do than talk to me.” Now he starts to get some energy. “What? We’re short staffed! There’s only three of us here today!” he barks. He was too busy? Ten seconds ago he was staring at his Payless shoes. Most salespeople love it when they’re short staffed. More commissions for them. “Are you interested in the car?” he asks incredulously. “I don’t want to add to your heavy workload dude. No Thanks.” I say and drive away. For the life of me, I don’t know how this guy feeds himself. I guess his life is his punishment. Thanks for the great service Detroit Auto Works! I’ll be taking my $40k somewhere else.
Last edited by Producerjohn : 01-28-2008 at 09:51 PM.
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