There are two types of Car Salesmen, the Dealership and the more typical Second Hand Sales, or Trader.
Both have their good points and their bad and we have to remember they have bills to pay as well as us, so need to sell cars at the best of their ability.

Here’s an example based on two experiences of mine and I can assure you that both cars were as good as each other, got me from A. to B. and I don’t have a problem with Car Salesmen (they usually have a problem with me!).

So, here’s a breakdown of them….

Dealership
Had framed photo of wife and kids on Desk, although probably borrowed from someone else to bring accross the kind and caring family man
Trader
Had a picture of the family on the beach pinned to the noticeboard under the Girlie Calender.

Dealership
Had full training on how to look like he’d just spoken with the Manager upon returning with news of your offer.(Went outside for a Benson and Hedges)
Trader
Had a Roll Up in front of me and asked me for a light.

Dealership
Had full knowledge in the operation of the Coffee machine in the corner
Trader
Had a Kettle and a Football Mug on the desk

Dealership
Asked me how much I could afford every month, not how much I would like to spend.
Trader
Asked me exactly how much cash I had on me.

Dealership
Was interupted by a phone call to say his Chelsea Season Ticket has been reserved
Trader
Was interupted by a phonecall from the Mrs. to tell him the Darts match had been cancelled.

Dealership
Helped direct me with finance and what varying interest rates were compared to my Bank (who were cheaper)
Trader
Offered to drive me down to the Cash Point to get the cash

Dealership
Asked me if I had any more questions upon agreement to buy
Trader
Got the keys out of the top drawer and move the other cars which are in the way.

Dealership
Drove home in his Volkswagon Golf
Trader
Drove home in his BMW M6 Coupe

Dealership
Phoned me two weeks later to check that things were OK

Trader
Asked me how the Car was doing when he bumped into me at a Boot Fair one Sunday (appeared to be avoiding visual contact though).

Of course I can write tongue in cheek. There’s more chance of my cat becoming Prime Minister than there is of me affording a half decent car before I leave this Planet, but I’m happy with my lot and it gives me a chance to vent my jealousy!!