Donny Carlson
01-29-2004, 11:09 AM
I used to sell cars and trucks at three different Houston Chevrolet dealerships back in the early 80's. There's a lot of stories to share about being a car salesman, some funny, some tragic, and most interesting I hope. I am starting this thread so those of us who want to share stories about selling --- and being sold --- cars. Post this thread your experiences -- bad, good, whatever, about buying, and, if you sold/sell cars, your experiences.
I'll start with one.
When I worked for the (then) oldest Chevy dealer in town, they had a huge assortment of custom vans. The Superintendant of the Pearland, Texas school district was about to retire, so he was looking to trade in his town car for a van he and his wife could travel in. Fine. We had over 50 units to pick from in various levels of trim and such, so we head out to the truck lot to find something that he likes.
During this same time we had a blonde sufer-dude salesman from California working in the new car department. He was quite a lady's man, and was busy working his way through the younger female employees of the dealership. At the time a very attractive young lady was hired to sell cars for the dealership, but rumour was she batted for the other team (this based on the fact she never accepted any of the hits she was getting from the male sales force). I was in the truck department and couldn't care less about her or blond surfer dude.
This dealership left vehicles unlocked on their storage lots, primarily because it would take forever to hike back in to get keys to open units up to show. Once you had something to test drive, then you schlepped back inside. So, all the vans were open, and you could just slide open the side door or what to show the interior. Superintendant was looking at a van and I stepped a few vans down, popped open the side door... and there was Surfer Dude and the new sales lady going at in the back! Yeesh! I slammed it door shut and Superintendant walks up. I say, "you don't want this one, looks like there's water damage to the interior..."
I sold Superintendant a van. Surfer Dude disappeared one day, shortly after which it was discovered he was doing two highly illegal things. 1) He would have buyers sign blank contracts, saying he needed to fill them out again for neatness but he didn't want to inconvenience them by having them wait. He would then change the figures on the sale. Buyers would'nt know until their payment books arrived and the payment was different than what they were quoted. The payments would not be terribly more, but enough to boost the profit on the sale and generate more finance money. 2) He would deliver cars to people who were turned down by the banks and GMAC. This was crazy. He'd call them up, say, hey, we got you approved but you need a little more down payment. He'd prepare some fake sales documents and finance contracts, take thier cash down payments (which he kept), then delivered them the car. Then he threw away all the paperwork. A dealership with 1,500 vehicles over 5 lots can lose track of a car or three, even with a GMAC auditor, so he got away with this long enough to pocket thousands of dollars cash before high tailing it. The "buyers" had their cars repossessed, when they could be found. Quite a nasty bit of business.
I'll start with one.
When I worked for the (then) oldest Chevy dealer in town, they had a huge assortment of custom vans. The Superintendant of the Pearland, Texas school district was about to retire, so he was looking to trade in his town car for a van he and his wife could travel in. Fine. We had over 50 units to pick from in various levels of trim and such, so we head out to the truck lot to find something that he likes.
During this same time we had a blonde sufer-dude salesman from California working in the new car department. He was quite a lady's man, and was busy working his way through the younger female employees of the dealership. At the time a very attractive young lady was hired to sell cars for the dealership, but rumour was she batted for the other team (this based on the fact she never accepted any of the hits she was getting from the male sales force). I was in the truck department and couldn't care less about her or blond surfer dude.
This dealership left vehicles unlocked on their storage lots, primarily because it would take forever to hike back in to get keys to open units up to show. Once you had something to test drive, then you schlepped back inside. So, all the vans were open, and you could just slide open the side door or what to show the interior. Superintendant was looking at a van and I stepped a few vans down, popped open the side door... and there was Surfer Dude and the new sales lady going at in the back! Yeesh! I slammed it door shut and Superintendant walks up. I say, "you don't want this one, looks like there's water damage to the interior..."
I sold Superintendant a van. Surfer Dude disappeared one day, shortly after which it was discovered he was doing two highly illegal things. 1) He would have buyers sign blank contracts, saying he needed to fill them out again for neatness but he didn't want to inconvenience them by having them wait. He would then change the figures on the sale. Buyers would'nt know until their payment books arrived and the payment was different than what they were quoted. The payments would not be terribly more, but enough to boost the profit on the sale and generate more finance money. 2) He would deliver cars to people who were turned down by the banks and GMAC. This was crazy. He'd call them up, say, hey, we got you approved but you need a little more down payment. He'd prepare some fake sales documents and finance contracts, take thier cash down payments (which he kept), then delivered them the car. Then he threw away all the paperwork. A dealership with 1,500 vehicles over 5 lots can lose track of a car or three, even with a GMAC auditor, so he got away with this long enough to pocket thousands of dollars cash before high tailing it. The "buyers" had their cars repossessed, when they could be found. Quite a nasty bit of business.