I just watched my husband go back and forth with a car salesman for two hours. I’m convinced that if I came in here by myself, I would’ve been hustled just because I don’t have the energy or the testosterone to barter for that long.
We left (as a strategy prompted by Preston of course). And now him and the salesman are going back and forth on the phone. The commitment is real
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Now, he’s leveraging the fact that it’s his birthday in an attempt to close the deal.
Now, he’s putting God into shenanigans. I can’t.
It’s 9am and we’re back at the dealership. Preston went to bed and woke up ready for round 2 apparently.
He’s talked them down from a 9% interest rate to 4.5%. They’ve taken close to $400 off the monthly payment and he’s still not satisfied.