The car business can be ridiculous at times. And entertaining.
Especially when small children are involved.
Just now, a family (husband, wife, four small children) stormed out of our dealership, angry at us.
Now, for the record, I have no problem with people being angry at me. I've had a lifetime of it, and most of the time I brought it upon myself. But not this time.
These folks weren't mad because of a vehicle, or deal, or payment, or anything remotely having to do with buying a car.
They were mad at us because THEIR STUPID CHILDREN WOULDN'T BEHAVE.
Like Daddy used to say, "I think those parents need a whippin'."
Take a girl, about five years old, add two brothers--let's say eight and ten, throw in some complimentary balloons, and prepare for the apocalypse.
"YOU CAN'T BLOW IT UP AS BIG AS JOHNNY CAN, DAD! NO YOU CAN'T! NO YOU CAN'T! DAAAAAADDDDDDD!"
Hey, kid, your Daaaaaddddd may not be able to blow it up as big as Johnny can, but guess what? I can light your ass up like a bottle-rocket on the Fourth of July. In a split-second. And your entire family to boot.
Now, after this child verbally pukes on his dad, with Mom standing close by, he proceeds to lie down on the floor of the showroom, kicking and screaming. (Insert visual of Sales Consultant walking by, silently shaking his head). At which point Mom, drawing on her vast wealth of Mother-Wisdom, loudly proclaims, "Come on, let's go. These people are all smartasses. We're never buying a car here."
Lady, you got that right.
And let me get this straight. You can't control your children, and it's somebody else's fault.
A little perspective: I don't really have a problem with children who sometimes misbehave. I have a problem with parents who allow said behavior to go unchecked and uncorrected.
A little more perspective: in a few years, these same children will be driving on the same roads I use. And I'll know who they are.
I'll be able to tell by the giant Johnny-Blown balloons filling up the minivan.