Hey all, One of my more memorable jobs was a lot shag at the used car section of a local car lot. Let me say this: everything bad you have heard about used car salesmen is true, according to my experience. (There are a few exceptions, but they didn't seem to produce well and didn't stick around long) Most important, never go alone if you are not a pro (like Dave - so it sounds). It can be too much for one person. Get someone who will take the role of the bad cop to your good cop. It is a good tactic, and though it will not put you on an even playing field as the lot snakes, you may stand a better chance. Second, if you are not a pro but have to go alone, you will do the best if your day job title is "supermodel." As far as classic cars, my experience varied. Half of the guys thought they all were priceless, and the other half thought they were junk. One of my favorite memories was when an old farmer came in and decided to buy a one year old Caddie. It was a beautiful car without a single fault (other than the fact that it wasn't a mopar). The farmer knew it, and said so. (I don't know if he was indeed a farmer, but I assumed so from the ball-cap and overalls) He looked at the sticker price, made an offer and said he had brought cash (I couldn't believe it until he pulled a fat green wad from his overalls). His offer was 150 dollars over the insider price (the amount that would cover the car, the lot fee, and a good commission for the salesman - many cars were sold under it, but anything over went to the salesman) that we lot workers were privy to at the main office. He said that he thought it was a fair offer, and warned that he wasn't into haggling. The salesmen smugly made his first offer at 50$ off the sticker price, thinking he had a big fish in his net speaking of the great deal this car was, blah blah. The old fellow said, "I warned you, I'm not in to hagglin'. I find your fifty off insulting, now have a good day." and with that he left. I thought that this particular salesman was particularly repulsive, and smiled as he chased after the old guy, panic stricken, and lowering the price less and less - his voice raising in pitch. The sale was never made, and the old man took his business elsewhere. I loved it. |