... and I always wanted a Honda

I think that I can safely say that car dealerships are the creepiest places on the face of the earth. I had to go a couple yesterday because I thought that I could find a lease on a car by myself, but I was so wet behind the ears the dealers could see it dripping on my shoulders.

To be frank, I was almost taken advantage of at the Honda dealership in Santa Ana of all places… They might have the best freaking cars on the road, but the dealers were so aggressive that in retrospect it makes me want to sick up. Mental note that any time someone gives me a blank stare and asks why if I want to take time to think about it is desperately trying to take advantage of me and thinks that they have a good shot. Also, they kept on trying to get me to sign meaningless pieces of paper that they would scrawl some deal on in some strange attempt at fostering trust between us, and when I asked for time to do more research on the internet, they guided me to a kiosk looked over my shoulder as I checked out the Honda national website. They acted as if they were doing me some ridiculous favor with the pricing on the model I was interested in, but they weren't doing shit. I think that my favorite point in the conversation is when they asked if there was any price that they could write down that would get me to stay in the dealership and I said no, after which they asked again two more times.

I think they might have actually moved past creepy to despicable.