When we knew we needed a car, Jon searched online for the best deal. You are then contacted by salesmen from the various dealerships. He found one named Lisa who was the most helpful. That is where we started our in-person shopping. The intention was to go to two or three showrooms and get the best price. We ended up buying the car from that dealer. The price was fair and it wass just too much work to spend all that time making the deal three times.
Lisa wasn't working yesterday, but referred us to her coworker who helped us. Unlike most male salesmen, he made eye contact with me. Many will just talk to the male about safety and mechanical aspects of the car. I did fit the profile of the female shopper. Paramount to making me happy is to get the right color. The right color is the color I prefer. Men understand this. I picked a light sage green. It is called Khaki but it is green. Besides liking the green, I hate to admit this, but I like the various colored lights on the dashboard display. Bright blue, red, yellow... The car feels like a cockpit. Jon was more concerned about how it handled on the road and what was under the hood. Sorry, Betty Freidan and Gloria Steinem. I am a pretty shallow person.
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