What can YOU say in six sentences?
It was night time on the car lot, and maybe he mistook me for an older woman, given the harsh skin tones caused by sodium vapor lights.
But when the salesman steered me away from the black-cherry Miata convertible by saying, "the suspension will give you hemorrhoids," buddy, he lost whatever sale he might have made-- like, EVER.
(It did not help that my husband nodded in agreement as if to say, "oh yes, we codgers need something more cushioned, like a Buick.")
The second car lot had a sleek, black Dodge Avenger -- just one year old -- and a spry, subcompact Chevy Sonic, also gently used. But the salesman and his manager steered me away from the muscle car and then made an appallingly lowball offer on my precious, stylish "Nigel," a vintage-year sedan crafted in England.
They failed to understand a salient truth about "older" women who come to buy a car, which is, don't try to match the package you see with the package we want.