Editor’s Query: Tell us about a time when turnabout was fair play
My daughter and I went out to purchase a car for her. With her own money. After hours of looking at cars, we find one that’s just over $5,000, right in her range. We go into the sales office to sign the deal, and on the sales sheet is a $100 processing fee.
My dad radar goes crazy. I throw a fit! A $100 fee on a $5,000 car — that’s like a 2 percent tax. That’s outrageous. We won’t pay it!
The guy says: “It’s a $100 non-negotiable fee. Everyone pays it.”
I demand he take the fee off. He refuses. My daughter, exhausted and crying, begs me to just let it go. So we pay it. But every time I looked at her car, all I could see was that fee.
A week later, the salesman calls and says that they forgot to get me to sign an important paper, and that if I would come down to the dealership, they’d give me a tank of gas for my trouble.
That dealership is an hour each way from my house. I told the guy, “I’m not driving two hours to sign a piece of paper.”
He says, “Can we mail it to you?”
“Sure, mail me the form. There’s only one thing.”
“There’s a $100 processing fee for that form.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Everyone pays it.”
Sweetest moment ever.
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