A true testament of misogynistic, sexist car dealers. Walking into the dealership I was introduced to a salesman. On his desk was oversized containers of protein powder, and pictures of Rocky hanging in the cubicle. I did still love the car and wanted to purchase it. However, when there was a miscommunication about my trade in and we disagreed... I was treated poorly. I was referred to as Dear in such a condescending manner that one point I asked him to stop, and call me by my name.
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