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Recently I ran up against an exercise of ‘salesmanship’ that I suppose we all encounter a lot, reminding me there are lots of ways of making a living we can be glad not to have to practice. Usually when we go shopping for something, we’ve a need to fill. Sadly, there are some among us who have gotten themselves into a bind that makes them go about misrepresenting what they’re charged with getting us to think we need.
I am thinking about buying a small truck since I do a lot of traveling. It would be safer on the highways than my tiny compact car, and I could take more with me and thus do more extensive traveling – and also pack more too. I did a run by a local grocery store parking lot where the back area has long been an informal flea market for people selling their old cars.
I took down a few numbers and then asked a friend with some knowledge of mechanics to help out. One of the little trucks seemed overpriced for what it was, but the seller told my friend all sorts of really amazing qualities the truck had that made the price seem reasonable. The truck sounded like a great find.
I thought it over, and a couple of days later I went back by the market area. To my total shock, there were now three different little trucks of that variety, one even with dealer plates, that the guy was now selling. The person I’d taken for an owner seeking one sale appeared to be a used car salesman using the place to push his goods – masquerading as an enthusiastic owner turning over his own car/truck.
It may be a good little truck, but I have to wonder about someone doing a job that makes him need to misrepresent yourself.
I admit I personally never suffered so much sheer need that I took a job pushing something that was useless or bad for people. Having to fool someone so I could make my own living could be pretty destructive I realized. Have you found yourself being pushed into doing something that was all about selling others on something they didn’t really need -or want?
I do remember a family member who was out of work who answered an ad for salespeople for vacation time shares. The sales manager who interviewed him told him a sad truth about what he’d be doing. He asked “Can you meet up with a sweet old person and take something he doesn’t need, doesn’t want, and can’t afford, and shove it up his ***?” That’s the description of sales at its worst that stays with me to this day when I see something of questionable value being dangled before me as great stuff to have.
There are sales gimmicks that become legend, and I’ve heard about the sales of the alcohol laden elixir Hadacol since I was a little girl. In small town U.S.A., during a previous age, salesmen went door to door selling the famous energizer to unsuspecting housewives as just-what-you-wanted-to-give-you-a-lift when you felt poorly. The resulting rehabilitation of addicted housewives turned the art of selling snake oil into a bad joke on whole communities.
Have you gone looking for something you needed only to find that you were being sold a ‘bill of goods’?
We mostly have been fortunate enough to never have had to push anything really bad to make a living. I don’t know if I could, but haven’t been forced to, either.
I ran into a lot of bad feelings some time back when I was working on the campaign of a longtime friend. We went to a training session for campaign work, and I commented publicly that I thought the really important part of the business was choosing a candidate that was worth electing. Oops. That was not supposed to be said aloud, I guess. We were supposed to be learning about selling, not producing.
Have you found yourself being asked to sell what you felt uncomfortable about?
I really do need those velvet dice to hang on the rear view mirror, though.




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I used to be sooooooooooo gullible when it comes to sales pitches than now I have a hard and fast rule: never listen to a sales pitch. If I need something, I either go out and buy what I need or if necessary, I do my research at home, away from the hard pressure sales. That way, at least I have a background from which to proceed. That way, I can at least have a reasonable chance of assessing the honesty of the person doing the pitch. But I never, ever listen to anybody who accosts me, trying to peddle crap to me which I didn’t originally set out to buy. For example, I won;t even stop and listen to somebody hawking a CD player if I’m not currently looking for one. It might be the best CD player ever but if I’m not in the market, save your breath. Which brings me to my question: What kind of truck was it?
Thanks for the post n host. Good morning!
I’d never heard of Hadacol but snake oil victims weren’t/aren’t just limited to tired housewives. I give you Thalidomide…
G’Morning, Ruth.
Ha! You picked a Grrrrrrrrerat! (think Tony the Tiger).
I’ve mentioned my father here before and he’s the one who taught me about con artists and cheaters.
I remember a time we were at some sort of midway at a carnival. He gave my sister and me each a certain amount of coins, dimes maybe, and said we could play the games. Well, of course, in short order we had lost everything and had nothing to show. So, we asked for more coins and he told us that he’s give of each a few more, but that that was all. We could spend our money on treats or we could play some more. Foolish little girls that we were, we lost our money on more games. We felt horrid and he sat us down and explained the sad truth of life, that people will say anything to get our money.
He also said There’s no free lunch, and that if we encountered a deal too good to be true, that it probably was Not True.
Oopsie. I forgot to type “topic” in the first sentence.
(I should prolly go make some coffee.)
That’s something my dad tried to share with me too and though I believed him, I spent most of my youth inanely trusting where trust hadn’t been earned.
Good morning everyone. Thanks for the post and host Ruth.
I was a neighborhood drug dealer. Does that count?
Good morning, everyone! Actually, the person I have trouble resisting is ME, when I get it into my head that I “need” something. Fortunately I’m pretty thrifty and do a lot of shopping around, and I live pretty simply, but I am still my worst enemy sometimes.
Case in point: The Bread Machine
Hi Kris! Happy anniversary!
Too bad there’s no edit function. I don’t think you want to be throwing that around in this day and age, even in jest!
Morning, thanks for dropping in, folks. The truck I was looking at was a Silverado, and it was a small one. Of course, I know nothing about any truck, so still am open.
Yes, went the carny game route, and when we were on Chincotegue, VA where there was a yearly one the kids all learned the tricks to them and would get kicked out for winning to many prizes.
I have the opposite problem. I don’t think I need some things as often as I actually do but if I listen to a sales pitch, I can conceive of the need without much persuasion. Better to just not listen.
Thank you thank you :) and good morning to you.
Good point. I hadn’t thought of that. Now I’m going to spend the day looking out the window for black SUVs :(
We could be opening a can of worms here, but as I recall, you didn’t have great support of who you felt you were and that might have undermined some trust there. But, as you say, you believed him but still acted in a naive way when it came to who to trust.
But, I did the same things in my youth. Maybe it’s part of growing up to not take good advice. I’m not sure. Other’s thoughts to this?
IMO do not buy a Silverado! Especially an 80s or 90s Silverado. Junk.
I hear you’re celebrating so happy day. My son once went around our neighborhood selling grass. Yes, actual grass. Do not know how he got the idea, but he was a big hit.
Kris, I’m sure that we all took your comment as a joke. (wink wink, nod nod.)
And, I’ll add my Happy Anniversay wishes to you and Kristen. Woo Hoo!
Mazda sells a really good little truck but if I ever buy another General Motors product, I hope somebody will put me out of my misery. They went so sharply downhill in quality in the 80s and 90s that they could be the best vehicles in the world now and I still wouldn’t buy one. Built in weaknesses and overthought systems are just a couple of problems I’ve had with them.
That’s true, and mothers were sold that without any mention of the side effects. We are told we need things often enough, I guess we have to learn, often the hard way, to do the in depth background research.
I have a few things that are still in the package, waiting for the need I had anticipated, actually.
Other thoughts? LMAO! I’ve always attributed it to being hard headed and being deliberately dismissive of anything my parents said. Maybe they spent so much time criticizing me that their good advice just got lumped in but it’s my failing, not theirs.
Thanks, I have reservations about all of them. What I have now is a tiny, totally awesome, Honda car, two door.
Well I took his comment as a joke but I was in the process of typing a serious response when awareness of the implications of doing that hit me. Der!
That’s hilarious. And thank you for the kind words.
Thank you demi.
If you wish, I’ll find a model and year for you to look for. I used to drive one at work a few years ago and I really liked it. Durable and reliable, I’d buy one in a second if I was looking for a little truck.
LMAO! I tried selling bags once. Just empty, plastic bags but nobody was buying.
My mom, for some strange reason, ha, thought that I was too self centered, so she had a neighborhood friend make a poster for my bedroom that said God First, Others Second, Myself Last. Well, I just couldn’t get that at all. I thought, if I don’t know myself, how can I know or believe or help others.
Well. I now have an understanding that the good of the many may demand a sacrifice for me. But, for a good many years, I resented her and God too, because of that poster.
Oh and happy Happy to Kris and the, (no doubt), lovely Kristen.
Round about 15 years ago, I drove an extended cab Honda pickup and I loved it.
I had a job before I went in the service that was trying to convince small businesses to offer coupons for a coupon book. The hook was that like businesses would get TV advertising out of it by being spread around the Boston area.
Most of the ‘managers’ were door-to-door vacuum cleaner sales people. A bit of a scam IO discovered and wound up not lasting too awfully long at it. Though I did last longer than the 1 day I spent in a boiler room operation supposed raising money for the Fraternal Order of Police
The Catholic Church that I grew up in was both more and less tolerant than the Protestant Churches most of my friends were in. The Catholics didn’t preach fire and brimstone back then but made you feel guilty all the same with velvet gloves.
Thanks you Margaret.
As for trucks – I’ve worked for Mazda and Ford. The Mazda B2000 or B3000 is probably what you’re thinking of. It’s a Ford Ranger, top to bottom, except for the body cladding. They’re great small trucks. They run forever, the transmissions never seem to have problems, they’re easy on gas.
Thank you for the post Ruth.
Good morning everyone.
Happy Anniversary Kris.
Interesting, how we regard ourselves is some indication of what gullible sorts we are. Some of us were misled so often, we came to rely on ourselves almost exclusively, and have to try to be a bit open.
Meet Margaret, poster child for than phenomenon. :-/
I believe those are the ones, yep. Tough and reliable, you almost can’t go wrong.
I had a Ford Ranger break a timing belt once and I called for a ride to the parts store and bought one and was back on the road thirty minutes later with just the simple tools I had in the vehicle at the time. I abused that truck so badly but it never let me down.
You remind me of a sales job I followed up on in college, that I found would have meant running out to local supermarkets in groups to sell encyclopediae to shoppers. Luckily, I waited on tables instead that summer.
Yep, it happens when we’re constantly led to do what’s best for us – and find out we’re stuck with yet another bad time. My son is sitting here, so I asked – we learned from that experience not to lie to the kids and he appreciates it.
Ding! I’m sure there’s a link between low self esteem and the ability to stand up for one’s self.
Although, I did learn that lying is bad. Once, I worked as a preschool teacher for a man of unscrupulous actions. In the afternoons when the kiddies where on the play yard, there was supposed to be one of us on the yard at all times. I had mopping duty in the front classroom and the other gal had ran into her classroom for a just a moment to retrieve something when, naturally, Murphey’s Law, a small boy jumped off of some climbing apperatus and broke his ankle. The other teacher was fired and when she filed for unemployment, the owner wanted me to say that I was actually out on the yard. I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t lie. So, yeah, I just found another preschool to work at.
I’m convinced that I could sell food to starving people at half cost. Nor am I anywhere near patient enough to wait tables or do retail work. The shame is that after working so hard to pursue a degree, I’m back to doing what I did in college for a living. Oh well, it could be worse.
That should read that I could not sell food… Der!
Sure, good choice. What I see also possible, the people who’ve made that compromise though, to keep a job they needed badly so their family had what they needed.
Two ders in one hour, Peg? Hmmmmm.
Want some of my coffee? :) It’s a special blend and brand. One sip and you’ll never make a typo again. One sip, for ten dollars, and it’ll change your life. Trust me.
(Did that work?)
It isn’t a TRUCK although they may be classified as a van, but I am on my second PT Cruiser and I can get an amazing amount of stuff in it. I’ve gotten all sorts of things in it and still been able to close the hatch. The rear seats both fold down, and are totally removable. It’s a comfortable ride and my two have been very reliable.
I know they’re not made any more but there are a fair number of good used ones. I bought my current one with still several months of warranty on it and it has been trouble free.
Molly, you still here? I tried the wheat flour fresh raviolis you’ve mentioned before and they were really good.
Maybe at 10% of cost. Yes, I guessed you meant that. I’m going to go looking at other trucks, it’s not a big rush, and I will be asking you. It’s hard to know without any experience, and I’ll be leaning on my friends who have a better idea what I’m looking at.
demi,
That coffee sounds like the coffee my dad used to make. The spoon would stand straight up in it.
There’s that, too. Especially in these times.
Oh, dear. I was trying my hand at being a snake oil salesman.
Guess that didn’t work. :(
I was waiting for someone to say something about it this morning so I will ask.
Has anyone heard how SouthernDragon is doing? I sure hope the news is good.
Yup, I am still here! Although the Farmer’s Market beckons. I want to see if I can snag the last of some fresh tomatoes and make another batch of roasted tomato sauce.
You mean the three-cheese whole wheat tortellini?
(Waves hand wildly.) Me! Me! I neeeeeeed that.
What will it take to get a lifetime supply?
I checked last night and he hasn’t commented anywhere on FDL, and he hasn’t responded to an email I sent him after OmAli’s diary went up. So AFAIK no news.
LMAO! That’s just the two that you know about, sweetie! ;)
Good to know. I looked at one many years back and wasn’t sure what to think, but I like the capacity they have.
Anyone getting car/truck ads yet from our advertisers? Sorry, my bad.
Thank you. I really miss youse guys in the morning, every morning.
It is a great way to start the day with the Diner community.
I haven’t heard from him but I’ll give him a shout out tomorrow at Pull Up Your Cat.
No news here, and I also emailed. Recuperating in the VA facility no doubt, good thing he did go on in and have himself checked out,
Something like that. Yes, tomatoes are selling in the store for cheaps, so I’m going to make more sauce too.
Hi, pups. This question may have already been answered somewhere that I didn’t see, but…
Does anyone know what’s happening with Southern Dragon? He hasn’t been doing his morning posts after Attaturk.
Just for fun, here’s me yesterday latching onto El Truck! at the TX State Fair
https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x6n3QAEHIHGlyt6WVcDS2tMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=directlink
Well, maybe if I had mashed F5 before I posted… (I are doofus!)
Okay, I think I remember seeing a comment from Om that she had spoken to him and that they were going to run some more tests and maybe let him out on Friday or today.
(Let me quick check her comments and will verify.)
Yep. Irascible old men often think they’re invulnerable. Southern Dragon’s is a voice too wonderful to lose.
Thank you Margaret. I will look forward to your post.
OmAli did a post, he went in with flu symptoms and the VA hospital kept him, near stroke territory, as I understand it.
LMAO! Another cup of demi’s coffee, stat!
I just love my PT. They are an amazing “little” car. The only downside to the one I have now is that it is an automatic, and my first one had a manual transmission. I’ve lived most of my adult life in Michigan and NW Indiana, and I like the way a stick shift handles in snow and ice. And until I got my current PT, I drove a stick shift car for most of 40 years, so I had to practically learn to drive again.
Posted on Thursday:
Just got off the phone with SD. He’s still not sure when he is going to be released, they are doing some additional tests that were postponed from yesterday and adjusting some medications. He sounds good and is resting well and feeling better. He has a book, and friends are bringing him his radio so he can listen to the ballgame and his beloved WMNF. Says he is NOT going to watch the debate tonight, lol!
Told him that we missed him and to get his ass back the Diner :)
Us irascible old ladies are just as bad.
Don’t I know it!
Once upon a time I even had an old pickup with manual shift, so could do that again. I think.
Thanks demi. You’re a goddess.
In my humble opinion he is in the best place with the VA.
I have a very special BIL in the Madison VA and they have been great.
I gave my neighbor some, as a sort-of repayment for the CSA farm baskets, and she claims it is the best tomato sauce she’s ever eaten in her life. LOL, it’s good but not THAT wonderful. She doesn’t cook — her husband does the cooking by mutual choice — but she swears she’s going to make the sauce!
Excuse me while I just walk this off, where my leg is all stiffened up….
(plop)
The one I drove had a standard transmission. I drove it all over Austin in all kinds of weather and it handled beautifully.
Good to know. I know very special people work with veterans, hopefully the patients are all going to benefit from the best.
Gotta get moving. I’ll be in and out for a while but if I don;t get a chance to say it, thanks for the post and the host Ruth. And thanks to all my friends here. Have a great day!
demi,
Thank you so much for the update.
Alright folks. Sorry for being so in and out this morning.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I’m off to start mine.
The best care at the most efficient cost. Our entire health care system
could dodoes worse than following that model.Snort, Blert, Spew.
I got coffee on my laptop.
(Now I Know you’ve got a little gullible left in ya, Pegmeister.)
Stay away from black SUVs!
And, Marion, here’s your cup of coffee.
Lord knows, I owe you from sampling your morning treats for so many years.
My (now ex) husband was a GM low-level executive and later in his career qualified for a company car. He had a car for 3000 miles (they called it “evaluation” so it wouldn’t be taxed as wages) and then turned it in and got another. We were able to buy the cars we drove at a substantial discount, and we were able to sell them after about a year at nearly what we’d paid, so we almost always were on a cash basis with the cars.
He used to bitch and moan because I always wanted a stick shift, and those don’t have the resale in the US unless they’re a foreign brand (this was in the 70s and 80s). But I usually got one despite the groaning and muttering.
Okay then, you’re a demigoddess!
Well, IMO, the medical est is the VERY BEST at getting me to do stuff that is NOT in my best interests….and sometimes, the “little gods” just do it without consulting the person who is living in the body.
I’m learning to be especially careful of docs in private practice.
I told my primary that it’s nearly impossible to sue doctors anymore and she was surprised. but then, I told her about the panels you have go in front of to convince them that you really HAVE been harmed and how they almost never approve your suit…….but, I told her, the doctors still have to pay all that malpractice insurance! And isn’t THAT a good deal for somebody?
So, they really DID pass some kind of tort reform that I didn’t know about until very recently.
Be careful out there!
You got that right.
Our regional heart hospital that runs ads all the time telling us how great they are, had to ship him off TWICE to Madison by MedVac helicopter to get the attention he needed.
Hey, don’t remind me. Sonny’s putting in a little drought tolerant plant garden on the side of the lawn where the grass doesn’t want to grow. Yesterday, I was helping by going through the back and side yard, filling a tub with rocks for him to make a nice border. He reminded me not to fill it very full or it would be too heavy. I did three trips and woke up with a sore spot in the middle of my back.
Grrrrrr….not great.
Hey, just keep proving it, that’s all we ask.
I can handle that. Thanks, honey.
Have fun, and if you can’t, at least be good.
Seems that we have some basic respect for the medical field, that we’re supposed to take advice from them because they know better than we do. Luckily, my longtime doctor insisted that it’s called ‘practice’ for a reason, and they are learning all the time. He also did not prescribe any medicine in anything but dire need.
I used to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners around the Springfield, MA area back in the late 80′s. They were so heavy, they needed a shoulder strap and even back then the full kit cost well over $1000. We knew that older people and the disabled couldn’t lift them but we were pressured to sell them regardless because we worked purely on commission. Another time I was a telemarketer for a food service and some of the tactics we were told to use on the people we’d cold-called were reprehensible.
Anyway, to anyone in a position to help, please do what you can to save George Bailey from Mr. Potter this November 1st.
We all are invincible. Until we’re not. Have a heat pad.
Thanks! I’ve missed him. At least he knows that we’re all thinking of him.
And, all I can do is to keep trying.
I love FDL. So many people work so hard here. Many hands make light work, though, so I’ll contribute the best I can. :)
How well we know, the ways the long suffering salesmen are told to treat their potential customers would be too tough for slaughterhouses.
It’s a great community, and works I think because we’re the kind of folks who support good efforts.
Morning Pupses,
Posts appearing faster than I can read em. Unplugged my TV as the carpet was getting stained with all the s-oil dripping out the bottom lately.
I was unpleasantly surprised this morning lifting my half-full tea pot that my right arm muscles are sore. Only thing that might have caused it was my blood donation yesterday. It didn’t hurt at all then, but the needle must’ve irritated a muscle or something. Getting old(er) is no fun, sometimes.
Oh, I have one. And, I lurve my hot tub soaks with Epson Salt.
I’ll be back out there today. :) Of course, I work slowly, having to examine each rock. They’re so cool. I found one where it’s real dark and then a thick vein of something very white. It’s a little larger than a golf ball, and I just imagined what the ground looked like before it shifted and broke apart.
See? I’m a cheap date.
That rock is now on my desk.
Good morning, nonquixote. LOL.
Awwwwww, I’ll kiss your boo boo. Good for you for donating.
G’Morning, Nonny.
Don’t think others here haven’t resisted making a comment to that notion. :)
I discovered that I am eligible to donate platelets, and can do that every couple of weeks. Platelet donations help multiple people, usually cancer sufferers. It is a longer process, usually almost two hours, but goes much farther than whole blood. So I’m going to do that next time.
I’m gonna toddle off too. Gotta get to the Farmer’s Market. I wanted to ride my bike, but it is very gloomy and threatening rain and the market is 6+ miles from here. I don’t want to get caught in the rain on my bike with a pannier full of veggies and eggs.
Have a good weekend, everyone!
I had a job selling encyclopedias door-to-door when i was about 18. The managers would drop us off in neighborhoods where there were tricycles and bikes around, and we’d go in and try to sell to people who couldn’t afford it. I lasted 2 days.
But a guy I knew later on put himself through college by selling bibles all over the southern US. He was really likeable, a born salesman. Kind of like my grandfather who after he retired from the ministry, became a Fuller Brush salesman. (this was in the days when Social Security didn’t cover pastors.)
Doesn’t it seem like this round of fraudsters is more brazen than we’re used to. The lying still can surprise us, I guess.
Stay safe and dry, Moll. See you later.
Ruthy, 11th year on a Ranger p-u and love it, except for the pitiful gas mileage 18-20. Unless you need to haul some heavy things like building materials, small job-site machines, twenty different portable tools @ 30# apiece, or need to tow a trailer with up to 3500# capacity, have ladder racks and 400 lbs of ladders, you don’t need a truck. They are cool, but just saying. I drive mine only when absolutely needed, 11 years and less than 9,000 miles per year.
There are turbo diesel wagons getting 50 mpg and can easily take a canoe on a roof rack along with a good amount of camping gear. So determine your needs carefully as you probably already have.
Collecting rocks, like Elizabeth Taylor! well, it’s nice to have pretty things.
I looked into the bible sales gig one summer when I was in college but it just didn’t smell right to me. And I also recall the guys coming to my grandmother’s door selling the bibles. Not a particularly pleasant way to spend a summer day
Takes talent, and some people are always welcome, somehow. I knew a very likable Fuller Brush salesman, once, he put himself through college and knew many of his sales were from people who sincerely wanted to help him get through college.
It does seem so, and what’s interesting about that is that with all the twitters, fb’s, video camera capable cell phones, we have ways to record and share the lies, so you’d Think, wouldn’t you, that people would be More honest, not less.
Scratching my head, here.
Hardee har har, Ruth!
Youze a funny girl.
I’d love to find one or two like that these days
Morning molly, big rain here today, on one of the biggest fall fest celebrations of the year, locally.
Thanks, it’s about needing capacity and safety, if I’m on the road I need more wrapped around me, I’m afraid. I can drive, but I’m around a lot of less careful folks.
Hi demi,
I understand and tried to keep the joke generic. Hugs.
I have an easy job this morning, selling the cats on breakfast. Maybe it is the other way around.
Happy Anniversary Kris! Good truck hunting, Ruth. Take care of your muscles, all.
I was trying to figure out a way to make that comment without getting all politicy, but you succeeded, my friend.
Sorry about mother nature raining on your
paradefall festival.We actually had a full on thunder storm, hail and everything, the other day. First rain since the spring, I think. We had just gotten back from buying the plants at the nursery. So, we had to come inside and have tomatoe soup and grill cheese sammies. Could have been worse. :)
The only reason I can see, is that the victims the fraud depends on has no head for facts, and will accept any line of gab that comes from the people they see as their leaders/followers. Sorry that did get politicky,
Right! Did you see the little clip of Chris Matthews talking to a Romney supporter who kept insisting that the President is a Communist and is not an American. Appalling.
Hey, BG. I’ve got a tube of muscle rub on my night stand. I’ve got a tad of arthritus at the top of my spine, and it helps at night time.
I know you’ve been a busy bee lately. Miss seeing you around.
Mine could be so finicky, I had to disguise their food as treats, especially when they got old.
We have some one local describing his opponent as subscribing to a socialist agenda. Urghhh.
A used subaru outback or subaru baja–a 4 dr open bed pickup–would be a good buy.
Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind, looking for something durable.
In our economy too many otherwise good people are dependent on selling unneeded stuff to brain dead consumers. All of those players are hapless captives. The process fosters the big lie in capitalism, and it’s nothing new.
From the mid 1950s I recall when tail fins first showed up in car showrooms. The fins seemed to get bigger each model year. “You can sleep under those fins” was the joke about a 1959 Chevy Impala, the one with the big teardrop tail lights.
Then it escalated, and the jokes were overtaken by lies. How about Caddy salesmen, around 1960, telling customers the enormous tail fins were to act as stabilizers at high speed, sort of like the keel on a boat?
The fins went out of fashion in a few years, but the economic “grease” remains to this day to keep worthless stuff sliding off the shelves and into commerce. The captive workers who must produce this crap and the consumers who buy it haven’t changed at all.
But who’s to blame? I don’t know. I think the most outrageous examples in recent times are in the banking industry. Maybe in retail politics, too. We have to remember there are simplistic sales proxies around us 24/7 which are used to quickly snare our attention, sympathy, and get us to act in certain ways which may not be in our interest.
Crumple zones and full curtain air bags, reinforced passenger pods are designed in, survivability in a crash vastly superior to one air bag and seat belts in these small trucks. Don’t forget a comfortable ride, unavailable in a small truck.
(I’ll sell you yet). ;^)
I’ve been searching used to find wheels for the teen and an alternate for just having an economical second vehicle which could replace quite a bit of what I end up using the truck for.
Two words: Buyer beware.
I have avoided attending as I don’t need to watch the out-of-town visitors, parading their unruly designer dogs and latest country chic’ clothing to the muffled laughing of the locals. If I have another reason to be around I will support food booths sponsored by the local charities.
Plenty going on around home.
I’m a sales person, however I take particular pride in telling someone they do not need the product that I sell.
I get a kick out of this, have made as many sales as I’ve lost doing it too so it has actually cost me nothing to do the right thing
Yes, it’s a tradition of sorts, to live off the unwary. I guess you could compare it to selling miracles and cures, ‘way back. Sad to see anyone fall victim, but living off it is personally repulsive. It makes me sad that more have to try anything at all that works for them in these bad times.
That’s good to hear. I do meet people often who are proud of what they do, and don’t take advantage of anyone else.
Thanks everyone, for good company. I’m neglecting my visiting son, and will be running off now to spend quality time (I hear groaning) with the Kid.
pineywoods had a good suggestion, subaru wagon, medium range gas mileage, durable, but as in any vehicle durable depends on maintenance. Where I live it is seventy miles to the nearest public transportation, there is only one direction to drive to actually get off the island to then be able to go anywhere else. Road salt factors in, theoretically my vehicle will rust out before it wears out. Just sand blasted and repainted bottom door edges all around. Good luck and enjoy the shopping.
You did an outstanding job this morning, Ruth.
Snake Oil Salesman, indeed. So much of that going around these days.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
And, J-Boy a hug from me. Happy Day.
Love it. I have repeatedly told potential clients that I could not do the work they wanted for the price the low-ball bid is quoting. Took me a while to figure this out 38 years ago, but I generally ended up working for very nice people with realistic expectations.
Anything too good to be true is by definition false.
My father tried selling Fuller Brushes when he was unemployed during the Depression. He quit after two weeks because he couldn’t bring himself to sell to people who were worse off than he was.
I would re-examine your assumption that a small truck is safer than a small car for highway travel. While a higher vehicle may be safer in some types of collisions, small trucks probably have the worst vehicle dynamics of anything you can buy. They have poor braking performance and a tendency to roll over even in a single-vehicle crash. The supposed safety advantage of SUVs has not been borne out, since the increased death and injury in roll-overs has offset any other gains.
My spousal critter had a small pickup when we met. It had already been in three minor crashes, one the fault of the other driver, two due to its horrible brakes causing her or her ex-husband to rear-end someone. When she was eight months pregnant with our daughter, someone pulled out of side-street in front of her and the truck skidded and spun when she braked. No harm done, but it did convince her we needed a less shitty vehicle.
Another worthless anecdote: a few years ago the head of the Seattle police officer’s union died in a single-vehicle crash on a rural section of I-90. IIRC, the conditions were dry road, late evening (on his way home from a pistol-shooting competition in Idaho) and the conclusion was that he dozed, drifted, yanked the wheel to steer back into his land and his Ford Ranger spun and rolled. Cops do get some training in driving technique, but his stupid little truck still managed to kill him.
Keep your car; spend your money on better tires.
I bought a GMC S-15 pick-up in 1988, the only new vehicle I ever bought. (motorcycles excepted).
The price was $5700. I could have bought a Mazda, but I decided to ‘buy American’ and support American workers. The plant it came out of was closed later that year.
It was crap. It was stolen in 1996 (no theft insurance).
So it goes.
Way late ACII:
My father, a WWII vet had a medical file 4 feet deep after 5 major operations in 5 years.
My wife and I did not have our last child until he was 77. I thank God everyday that the VA gave him dignity and care so that my youngest could remember her Grandpa.
What a wonderful group of caring people.(both at VA and at FDL)
Molly,
My sister was a GM wife, moved several times, always had new cars and my ex BIL got me hired with GM in Oregon. Burnt up 7 company cars in 7 months and told GM to go to hell after winning a national sales contest.
I hated GM.
I always felt GM came first, Family life after.
ps. I was set for life supposedly after being hired out of ASU Law School where bmaz was a good buddy.
Coincidence? Or just lucky?
I am starting to resemble EPU.
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