Buying a Car Sucks
Today’s words of wisdom are: “Never by a car from a greasy salesman.”
Sounds obvious right? But when they dangle that shiny new car in front of your eyes it’s pretty damn easy to get talked in to it, as I found out last week. A large car sales company, seen everywhere across the UK, should be trust worthy. It should be in their salesman’s contract: Be trust worthy-don’t be a total liar.
I bought a pretty mch brand new (2000 miles on clock/ex-display) car the other day, its nice to look at, and is fairly nippy, being a 1.9 turbo-diesel and all. I part-exchanged my older car (that too be fair had about 6 months left to live if I was lucky) and cut a great deal filled with wonderful promises. What I wasn’t promised is that I’d have it in the garage for a dodgy gearbox, broken window motor and a duff cd player.
So for the best part of the day I’ve sat getting angrier and angrier about my stupid luck. I should have known something would go wrong. I have a bad habit of getting the broken toy at Christmas, even though my brother got the exact same one - it even got to the point that my parents would wrap them both and swap them over loads of times before putting our names on it, but still each time I’d get the one that had battery acid pouring out, or something would blow up. When I was at school, I had a bad habit of wiping 3.5″ floppy disks (hands up if you remember those) by touching the metal slidy-bit and zapping it with my static power (always wanted to be a superhero).
So I have the car back, but I’m not happy. When I get home, I’ll be looking through the contract to see if i can take it back.
