I file this under, "sports" because it is, kind of. This silly salesman just kept thinking I was too dumb to figure anything out, no matter that I had zinged him a couple of good ones earlier in the day. I brought my husband back with me for the evening go round and that just showed how insincere the guy was. I had forgotten how much I hate dealing with car people. It's enough to make me keep the car I've got. I have bargained with many a fine and worthy opponent, from Denver to Phoenix, for too many cars to count. To coin a phrase,"I knew John Kennedy and you sir, are no John Kennedy". This guy was way out of his league and just kept repeating the same stupid selling points. Hey, if it didn't convince me the first twenty times you trotted it out, it probably isn't going to convince me on the twenty first time. Get a new angle, Mister! And don't call me ma'am unless you mean it! Ma'am. Yuck. Yep, a nice detail and some new tires and this old car is looking better all the time.