Missives from the 6th Floor

The first sign of trouble was when he couldn't understand a simple price constraint. "$XXk out-the-door," I said - and explained this was an agreement between Dawnise and I, if we could get the convertible for that, great, if not, we start looking for a hard-top, and probably not a BMW.

The first car he pushed was $10k over my limit.

The second was around $6k (sure, he's trending in the right direction), then he made two fatal mistakes.

1. He suggested that I could get what I wanted, despite there being plenty of examples in other parts of the country on BMW's site (in the certified pre-owned inventory search).

2. He referred to Dawnise as "mama." (As in "convince 'mama' to spend more money and let's get you a cool car")

I never gave him any indication that informality with me was acceptable, let alone my spouse.

Funny thing was, he includes his mug shot in his email signature - and the first time I saw it I said "sales slime."

I was right.

Wanker.