Apologies for the lack of posts of late but things are quite hectic at the moment.
My present motor conveyance has been costing me money that I don’t want to spend. So I’m looking for something new.
Having looked on this Interweb thingy I found a slew of franchised dealers that sold the make of vehicle I wished to purchase.
Mrs FE and myself jumped into our motor carriage and sweated (Bloody AC has gone tits up) our way to the dealer. On getting there, and finding a parking space we wandered around the forecourt for a good fifteen minutes. Now in the old days, within minutes, you’d be fighting of salesmen like a diver fights off sharks. They didn’t have what I wanted, but I doubt whether I would have bought from them anyway. (They were probably sitting in the air conditioned showroom giggling at the two old duffers braving 32 degrees of heat).
Anyway back to the internet for another look. And guess what? I found just the car that would suit us at another dealer linked to the same franchise. Naturally I phoned that dealer and arranged for a viewing and a test drive in an hour and a half’s time.
Hah.
When we got there (Drenched in bodily fluids. And no we hadn’t pissed ourselves), no-one seemed to know why we were there.
An utter shambles.
Not only was the vehicle to be viewed stuck behind three rows of other cars, but they couldn’t find the sodding keys for ten minutes.
Anyway I shall cut them some slack as I’m going for a test drive on friday.
Is this the same in all British industry or am I just unlucky?
