This sort of thing is why I hate buying cars.
On the way to shop B, I called shop A and said that we had an offer from another place for $6000 on our car and asked if he could beat it. He got upset and said that we would have to come in to his place to find out a new price. I called his bluff and threatened to end the call. He said that he would be able to give us $6250 for the car and a few free oil changes. At shop B, they were ready for us to sign the papers and give us $6000 for her car. We said that we needed to talk more about the price.
We mentioned that we were offered $6250 and that we would leave unless we got $6500. The salesman left and got the manager who haggled with us until we settled on $6400.
I’m sure that they ended up saving a lot of money over just accepting the first deal. But. I hate haggling. I hate it with an undying passion. I would rather pay a (reasonable) fixed price than get into a life-and-death struggle with salesfolk over squeezing out an extra bit of money from the deal. Life is too short.
That car dealerships count on that only makes it all the more gallingly unpleasant.
Speaking of which, it’s about time to start doing some looking again …
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