Salesman

NOTE: I purposely leave politics out of this blog. There are other, better outlets for that, want to keep my farm site 'pristine.'

Saturday we agreed to meet the fence installer at our place, early. He called because he was lost, but then drove right past us as we stood in the front yard. Watched as he turned around at the intersection and came back. While he was going up the drive I noticed his bumper sticker.

After quick introductions, he criticized our new car, said it was a poor choice. Gave a parable about his son working in a solar installation in Nevada, and that electricity was not cost effective. He was a Ford man, through and through. NOTE: We have a Ford F-350 SuperDuty Turbo Diesel crew cab, long bed. Parked in plain sight. Something, anything that big is hard to hide.

And as plain as the nose on my face, he did notice the barn. Said it looked 'new.' Guessed at the price.

He also mentioned that the economy seemed to be recovering, but he didn't know why, after all.... Really?

He wanted 50% cash deposit. While presenting us with the written contract my husband noticed, as he ALWAYS does, the fine print amount was $2 per post more than stated earlier in the week. The salesman said that he had fifteen other contracts with that identical price, so he could prove it. No Deal. When the salesman offered to adjust the pricing, he still couldn't be persuaded. What other item will change price? No. Can. Do.

I meekly said, 'nice meeting you,' and followed my husband into the house.

Note to Salesmen: Don't insult your customer.

Back to square one on the fence project.