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Ok, I wrote a really long post on this and the forum ate it by logging me out while I was writing and then saying it couldn't publish my post because I had logged in since the previous page was loaded... so, instead here is my Yelp review of the dealership I visited last night:
"Car dealerships aren't usually Yelp-worthy, but knowing how many gorgeous ladies frequent Yelp Denver, I felt obliged to toot a warning horn about Alpine Buick-Pontiac-GMC. If you're interested in test driving cars, go elsewhere; you'll be test-driving corny pickup lines and plucking eyeballs from your cleavage if a certain Alpine salesman whose name rhymes with "Shmeric" gets anywhere near you.
I showed up at the Littleton dealership on the spur of the moment late in the evening, hoping to check their lot for late model used Toyotas taken in trade, and was greeted by "Shmeric" and another salesman, whose name rhymes with "Shmack." I had my longtime boyfriend in tow with an arm around me, and his brother along for the ride, as Little Bro will be car shopping soon.
"Shmeric" had "Shmack" take the guys inside and sit them down, and as I went to follow, he stopped me and asked for my keys to appraise my trade-in. The instant the guys were inside, "Shmeric" started asking me personal questions, and, no kidding, in the tone I'd use with a newborn puppy, telling me, "Oh yes, you're a sexy girl, yes you are."
He then asked me if I was married-- I lied and said I was, since the boyfriend and I have been together longer than most marriages last these days. Then "Shmeric" started asking personal questions about my "husband."
I had given "Shmeric" my business card-- stupid decision, but as I look pretty young, I was trying to make a show of the fact that I have a good job that gives me business cards, so clearly I'm able to pull in enough dough to make car payments. I'm now torn between worrying that he'll call for me, and hoping that he does, but calls my office number so our spitfire VP of Communications, who answers the phones, can tear him a few new ones!
Anyway, I declined to buy from Alpine. No manager was obviously available, so I just excused myself as soon as I was able to do so without being rude to "Shmack."
And the kicker is, my car hadn't moved an inch-- so "Shmeric" asked for my keys when he did ONLY to get me away from the big tall intimidating boys I was with in order to run some of the worst game I've ever seen by me.
Memo to car salesmen: Most women are NOT so desperate for a compliment that we'll buy a goddamned car because you tell us we're sexy, and the VAST majority of Denver ladies are self-assured enough to take the high road, then promptly report your harrassing remarks to your supervisor the next morning.
I got a "quality assurance" call this morning from an Alpine representative, filed my complaint, with "Shmeric's" full name, and I'm now waiting for a manager to call me to let me know how they'll be handling it. I'm the type who tips 25% for good service and 15% even if it's lousy, who refrains from telling the cashier, "Ha, ha, I just printed those yesterday!" when he checks my bills with a pen to detect counterfeits, who is polite even when telling telemarketers not to call me again-- but my tolerance has boundaries, "Shmeric," and ya done crossed one.
So, ladies of Yelp, I suggest that you either avoid Alpine Pontiac-Buick-GMC, or that you show up on weekday evenings to pay "Shmeric" a visit and to point, laugh, and whisper to each other, "It's true! He IS the worst pickup artist in Denver!""
"Car dealerships aren't usually Yelp-worthy, but knowing how many gorgeous ladies frequent Yelp Denver, I felt obliged to toot a warning horn about Alpine Buick-Pontiac-GMC. If you're interested in test driving cars, go elsewhere; you'll be test-driving corny pickup lines and plucking eyeballs from your cleavage if a certain Alpine salesman whose name rhymes with "Shmeric" gets anywhere near you.
I showed up at the Littleton dealership on the spur of the moment late in the evening, hoping to check their lot for late model used Toyotas taken in trade, and was greeted by "Shmeric" and another salesman, whose name rhymes with "Shmack." I had my longtime boyfriend in tow with an arm around me, and his brother along for the ride, as Little Bro will be car shopping soon.
"Shmeric" had "Shmack" take the guys inside and sit them down, and as I went to follow, he stopped me and asked for my keys to appraise my trade-in. The instant the guys were inside, "Shmeric" started asking me personal questions, and, no kidding, in the tone I'd use with a newborn puppy, telling me, "Oh yes, you're a sexy girl, yes you are."
He then asked me if I was married-- I lied and said I was, since the boyfriend and I have been together longer than most marriages last these days. Then "Shmeric" started asking personal questions about my "husband."
I had given "Shmeric" my business card-- stupid decision, but as I look pretty young, I was trying to make a show of the fact that I have a good job that gives me business cards, so clearly I'm able to pull in enough dough to make car payments. I'm now torn between worrying that he'll call for me, and hoping that he does, but calls my office number so our spitfire VP of Communications, who answers the phones, can tear him a few new ones!
Anyway, I declined to buy from Alpine. No manager was obviously available, so I just excused myself as soon as I was able to do so without being rude to "Shmack."
And the kicker is, my car hadn't moved an inch-- so "Shmeric" asked for my keys when he did ONLY to get me away from the big tall intimidating boys I was with in order to run some of the worst game I've ever seen by me.
Memo to car salesmen: Most women are NOT so desperate for a compliment that we'll buy a goddamned car because you tell us we're sexy, and the VAST majority of Denver ladies are self-assured enough to take the high road, then promptly report your harrassing remarks to your supervisor the next morning.
I got a "quality assurance" call this morning from an Alpine representative, filed my complaint, with "Shmeric's" full name, and I'm now waiting for a manager to call me to let me know how they'll be handling it. I'm the type who tips 25% for good service and 15% even if it's lousy, who refrains from telling the cashier, "Ha, ha, I just printed those yesterday!" when he checks my bills with a pen to detect counterfeits, who is polite even when telling telemarketers not to call me again-- but my tolerance has boundaries, "Shmeric," and ya done crossed one.
So, ladies of Yelp, I suggest that you either avoid Alpine Pontiac-Buick-GMC, or that you show up on weekday evenings to pay "Shmeric" a visit and to point, laugh, and whisper to each other, "It's true! He IS the worst pickup artist in Denver!""
"Sir can you find another salesman? You've just lost a sale by belittleing me and behaving in a most unprofessional manner towards someone who actually wants to buy a car."
If that was me and SO, that salesman would've been ripped a new one and then some and topped off with reporting him to management. Hopefully that creep got fired for that behavior. Who the hell did he think he was to not only sexually harass you, especially in front of your guy and to degrade your relationship?!!
a woman owns the dealership! After dad got past the jerky sales manager (male) he got a call from the female owner, who was horribly embarrassed and said she had never had a complaint like that about this employee. She says she interrogated him thoroughly and he promises he has no plans to contact me or access my information in any way, and she has placed him on probation (which I think is the best outcome-- he keeps his job but closely supervised by a ticked off boss).
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