Wonder Woman

I hate pretentious male chauvinistic pigs! Prime example: car salesmen. Recently I have been twinkling with the idea of getting a car to use here in LA. My car has been hijacked or shall I say lent out without my permission, but enough about that.  During the summer while I was car hunting I discovered something, I should have known already, men are jerks. Perhaps not all men but the majority of car salesmen. My grandpa and I visited nearly every dealership in the county and in one respect they were all the same, the salesmen dismissed me almost immediately.

My first glimpse into a females lack of value to salesmen was demonstrated via a handshake, or shall I say a lack of handshake. All of them shook my hand, but the gesture and sincerity was less to be desired. The second thing I noticed was that my opinion did not matter. For some reason these men had the assumption that I had no idea what I wanted and would constantly try to sell us (my grandpa mostly) a car I did not like. We spent twenty minutes with a car I was against within a minute of seeing it, somehow these salesmen did not understand that the car to be purchased was for me. The third thing I noticed was that they tried to sell me features while they tried to sell my grandpa the engine. Personally I don't care how many cup holders the car has. I don't care if the car has sub woofers. I don't care that all the lights inside are blue, and I don't care if the car has a six CD changer. Meanwhile, my grandpa got to see how clean the engine was, made sure all the lights work, and was promised the car got excellent gas millage.

Personally I do all the research myself online. I know the average miles the car should have, the suggested asking price, know that they can always go lower than the sticker price, and the amount of mpg for each car. Internet on my cell phone is a life saver, and I can only image how much easier it will be with my droid. But I don't know if I want to start looking for cars again, I don't know if I'm ready to be ignored by men who devalue my opinion. Honestly, I don't know if anyone could sell me a car I don't already want, nor would I like to give them the gratification of thinking they sold me a car.

This will have to happen eventually, I will eventually need a car here in LA. Personally I don't believe the car I already have would make it up the mountains, but I suppose that is what I get when my grandpa and dad decide to buy me a car without considering what I would want. I hate surprises, especially stupid cars that have more miles on them then the number of people who watch the Rose Bowl. I would also like to note that the car hates me personally, as I am always having trouble with it, but it never acts up with anybody else. If no one believes me, you can ask my brother, a male, and he'll corroborate my story.