A Complete Waste of Time

A local car dealership mailed a flyer advertising a new truck giveaway, with alternate prizes of money and consolation prizes of $2 bills. I figured, "What could it hurt? I could always sell the truck and use the money for something I want."

First off, the dealership was packed, and nearly everyone there was part of a family which had, at minimum, three children. I hadn't seen that many kids in one place except for at elementary school. The dealership, though, must have expected that because they had coloring book pages and crayons.

Second, you couldn't just walk in, check your numbers against a list, and walk out. They wanted face time. I was instructed to sit down ("if you can find a chair") and wait for a salesman to take his own sweet time and get to me.

Then the guy nearly sent me away. They wanted me to verify my address and prove that I was the "resident" to whom the flyer was mailed. It would have taken me too long to explain to the guy why my driver's license address is different than my actual address, so I popped out to my car and brought back my proof of insurance.

Naturally, I didn't win a mega-prize. Naturally, I had to sit and wait some more before the guy brought me my $2 bill.

Then, to top it off, they patty melt I ordered at my favorite greasy spoon came with onions, even though I ordered it without, and even though the waiter, who recognizes me as a regular knows I don't want onions.