|Dealing with Salespeople|
August 4, 2022
My car endured an extensive series of repairs recently so I was urged to look into a newer model. I visited a sales place, with a finance package in my head. If it was as they had quoted, I might have pulled the trigger. However, they 'ran the numbers' and the monthly payment was £245 instead of £179. £179 is a decent chunk per month, so £245 was out of the question.
That's the type of shit that will does not help my paranoia. It's £179 online, but when I walk through the door, whack £80 on top!? FFS. It's been a stressful week at work and getting shit tons of follow up calls from pushy car salesmen hasn't been the best either. I know they've got a job to do and I remember that if you let a prospect slide without pushing they rarely come back. I've been on both sides of the desk.
I know I was stressed. I always notice when I don't have time to drive out and just sit in one of my favourite spots in the countryside. You should try a thing I do. It's lovely. Drive to somewhere, preferably in the countryside near some trees. Pull down both front windows and switch off your engine. There is a split second of delicious silence, followed by the swoosh of wind and countryside peace. It can only be fully appreciated following a long drive. If you simply switch on the engine and do it again it's not quite the same. I've tried.
On Tuesday coming I’m heading back to London for one day. There’s already a packed diary in place, which will see the day fly by. Because I’m only there for the day that means a small bag, no case, which is a blessing.
I always enjoy the train down and back, it’s amazing to sit and watch people completely consumed by their own schedules. I’ve said before, and I will say again, I’d love to be able to sit in front of people and ask them to tell me about their lives. People’s stories interest me and I’d steal their ideas!