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VTXFrank · 04-11-2009, 01:47 AM

I have a 1996 Dodge Ram. Big ass 4x4 redneck truck with a trailer on the back with my mower on it and all the other yard work tools. I pulled into the Honda Dealer in Dothan, AL with sweat stained shirt from having just cut 4 acres of lawn for a buddy of mine and the $200 I got was nice too. Pull into that dealer and couldn't get anyone to come over while I was looking at 2009 Civic SI's. I walk inside and one of the salesmen says, "We aren't taking any trucks in on trade right now."

So I said, "Good. My work truck isn't for sale tater salad. Now why don't you get your ass out in the friggin parking lot and tell me something about this car." He WALKS THE HELL AWAY! Some other dude comes out and starts talking to me. I ask him where the other guy went and this guy actually tells me, "He's a manager, he doesn't sell cars to people." So I walked directly to where I saw that dude walk into and stick my head in his office. I say, "Your rude ass behavior just lost you a sale pal." He says, "Not many guys your age driving in with all that grass cutting **** buy our cars anyway. So I doubt wasting my time with you would have been productive. Plus, I think you're "On" something, and I don't associate with your kind."

Thing is, I have a traumatic brain injury from Iraq. So when I start getting tired as hell, my headaches kick up, my eyes look baggy and I can slur my words and my left side goes numb so bad I kinda shuffle when I walk.

So I look at the dude and say, "See this ID card.....I show my military active ID.....I will be on Fort Rucker in the next 45 minutes to let the folks at Army Community Service know how you just treated a wounded veteran with a head injury." The guy then says, "Yeah, you're all vets aren't you? Looking for a hand out or a deal." I said, "Thanks, my cell phone just recorded our two minute talk. And I my simple country ass can even figure out how to upload a file to Honda. See ya motherfu...."

I go right to ACS and file the complaint. Then I drive right to Enterprise and Sam Boswell Honda. In the same clothes, same truck, the whole nine yards. The salesman there greats me at the door of my truck, asks me what I want to look at. I say, that black Civic SI right there on the showroom floor. He shows me the car inside and out and the boss man, Oneal Boswell, comes up and asks me if I'm happy with the salesman and chats me up for a few. He notices my brain surgery scar and we talk about how that happened. I tell him and the salesman I gotta talk to my wife about the car and the price, that i have a 2004 Trailblazer I need to get rid of. I go home and no sooner had I walked in the door, Mr. Boswell is on the phone asking me to bring the wife up there with the Trailblazer. We go, they buy the Trailblazer for more than it's worth and sale me that Civic SI Coupe right off the damned showroom floor. Gave me a nice break on the price too.

So that was a week or so ago. Today, I went back out to Dothan in my uniform and my new 2009 Civic SI Coupe. I walk into the showroom floor and angle right at the ******* manager. Recognition comes over his face right after he looks at my rank. I walk right up to him and say, loud enough for the two couples in there shopping to hear me, "Thanks for treating a wounded active duty Army guy like **** and making fun of my disability of slurring my words due to brain injury. I wasn't looking for a "hand-out" as you implied, just information on a new Honda Civic SI like the one I just drove up in." And Sam Boswell's son in Enterprise saw me in the same shape you did the other day and still sold me that car without trying to make me feel like a piece of **** for stepping in with my work clothes on. Honda should be very interested in this whole experience I've had you stuffed-shirt prick." I tehn turned to walk out and looked at one of the couples. I noticed the military bearing and the haircut and said, "ACS thinks this dude is an ass, so they are officially recommending Sam Boswell Honda to all military instead of this asshat. The dude said, "Hoo-Ah Sergeant!" and he and his wife left with me. The look on the managers face was friggin PRICELESS! And I left him about 40 feet of Honda rubber to remind him of me.

04-11-2009, 01:47 AM	#95 (permalink)
VTXFrank Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: Fort Rucker, AL Age: 42 Posts: 1,571 Tom	I have a 1996 Dodge Ram. Big ass 4x4 redneck truck with a trailer on the back with my mower on it and all the other yard work tools. I pulled into the Honda Dealer in Dothan, AL with sweat stained shirt from having just cut 4 acres of lawn for a buddy of mine and the $200 I got was nice too. Pull into that dealer and couldn't get anyone to come over while I was looking at 2009 Civic SI's. I walk inside and one of the salesmen says, "We aren't taking any trucks in on trade right now." So I said, "Good. My work truck isn't for sale tater salad. Now why don't you get your ass out in the friggin parking lot and tell me something about this car." He WALKS THE HELL AWAY! Some other dude comes out and starts talking to me. I ask him where the other guy went and this guy actually tells me, "He's a manager, he doesn't sell cars to people." So I walked directly to where I saw that dude walk into and stick my head in his office. I say, "Your rude ass behavior just lost you a sale pal." He says, "Not many guys your age driving in with all that grass cutting ** buy our cars anyway. So I doubt wasting my time with you would have been productive. Plus, I think you're "On" something, and I don't associate with your kind." Thing is, I have a traumatic brain injury from Iraq. So when I start getting tired as hell, my headaches kick up, my eyes look baggy and I can slur my words and my left side goes numb so bad I kinda shuffle when I walk. So I look at the dude and say, "See this ID card.....I show my military active ID.....I will be on Fort Rucker in the next 45 minutes to let the folks at Army Community Service know how you just treated a wounded veteran with a head injury." The guy then says, "Yeah, you're all vets aren't you? Looking for a hand out or a deal." I said, "Thanks, my cell phone just recorded our two minute talk. And I my simple country ass can even figure out how to upload a file to Honda. See ya motherfu...." I go right to ACS and file the complaint. Then I drive right to Enterprise and Sam Boswell Honda. In the same clothes, same truck, the whole nine yards. The salesman there greats me at the door of my truck, asks me what I want to look at. I say, that black Civic SI right there on the showroom floor. He shows me the car inside and out and the boss man, Oneal Boswell, comes up and asks me if I'm happy with the salesman and chats me up for a few. He notices my brain surgery scar and we talk about how that happened. I tell him and the salesman I gotta talk to my wife about the car and the price, that i have a 2004 Trailblazer I need to get rid of. I go home and no sooner had I walked in the door, Mr. Boswell is on the phone asking me to bring the wife up there with the Trailblazer. We go, they buy the Trailblazer for more than it's worth and sale me that Civic SI Coupe right off the damned showroom floor. Gave me a nice break on the price too. So that was a week or so ago. Today, I went back out to Dothan in my uniform and my new 2009 Civic SI Coupe. I walk into the showroom floor and angle right at the *** manager. Recognition comes over his face right after he looks at my rank. I walk right up to him and say, loud enough for the two couples in there shopping to hear me, "Thanks for treating a wounded active duty Army guy like and making fun of my disability of slurring my words due to brain injury. I wasn't looking for a "hand-out" as you implied, just information on a new Honda Civic SI like the one I just drove up in." And Sam Boswell's son in Enterprise saw me in the same shape you did the other day and still sold me that car without trying to make me feel like a piece of ** for stepping in with my work clothes on. Honda should be very interested in this whole experience I've had you stuffed-shirt prick." I tehn turned to walk out and looked at one of the couples. I noticed the military bearing and the haircut and said, "ACS thinks this dude is an ass, so they are officially recommending Sam Boswell Honda to all military instead of this asshat. The dude said, "Hoo-Ah Sergeant!" and he and his wife left with me. The look on the managers face was friggin PRICELESS! And I left him about 40 feet of Honda rubber to remind him of me.