***I remember why I hate car shopping***

Yesterday The Spouse and I checked out a local car dealership. I had four brands of vehicles I wanted to check out (the Camry, Corolla, Prius, and the RAV4.)

A little factoid: you don't apply hard sale sales tactics to Filipinos. I've inherited, much to their chagrin, both my parents' tempers. Mom tends to immediately explode when she's irritated; dad's the boiling volcano. Thankfully The Spouse was there to deflect the salesfolks question as:

• I'm constantly asked what color did I want my Camry to be even though I said I was just looking.
  
• Taken to the most expensive, top-of-the line model.
  
• Asked permission to do a credit check to purchase the Camry that night. (I provided no info.)
  
• Told there were no used cars on the lot. (Lie.)
  
• When I asked about seeing the less expensive mini-SUV RAV4, the salesman, not looking at me, told his manager that I wasn't interested, that the RAV4 was a "grandmother's car." (Not only that, he lied about the horsepower in my face.)

While I know there are folks who not only could easily deal with such folks (and revel in the wheeling and dealing), I'm not one of them. As of this writing, I'm still fuming and have put all Toyota products to the bottom of the pile. There were a couple of silver linings, though, from the experience: I know how to react the next time I go out car shopping and I learned the Camry doesn't haven't the head room. That immediately strikes it off my list.

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At least the rest of the evening was pleasant. We saw the latest episode of Drawn Together later that night. Interesting. Despite the very un-PC storylines involving mentally and physically handicapped folks and hallucinogenic addictive sweat (don't ask), the episode felt less shocking than the prior ones. Overall, still a good episode.