You get straight what you need to get that way.

The new Element is the exact same color (different names, though..this one is "Atomic Blue" because Honda engineers are predicting the planet Earth will be reduced to an area of materials which are an-atomically incapable of contributing to their own self maintenance nor reproduce their own number to carry on on their own behalfs.

The Honda dealership in Walnut Creek has a completely opposite approach to selling cars than the Toyota dealership "across town" on the more southerly end of Main Street. Oh, no.

So the weirdest thing about this deal, besides the different attitudes toward the sales pitch (the Toyota salesman was very forceful, very direct, gave me his card with the name and number of the "Director of Internet Sales" at the dealership at the mention of the Eye-word.

Back at the office, I searched the Toyota dot com site and came to a "Buy" link, which let me query certain cars and ask for prices (I had told my salesman that I intended to shop the Web) and I heard from three or four Toyota dealerships in the area, including someone from the WC dealership who claimed to be the "Manager of Internet Sales".
Was that just me? Was that for my benefit?

I told my Honda salesman that I had felt violated by the Toyota dealership on the "other" side of town, because I had been told one thing and then discovered on my own that someone had been flexing the truth.

This was the same salesman, Dave, who laughed when I told him that the Element "didn't get me hard" and then offered me $4700 trade-in on the Rav, although I had mentioned that I was late for lunch and feeling hungry, and since he was already playing with himself how would he feel about letting me help myself to a little bit of protein while I help him as well?

It feels as if I must have fought very hard not to respond in kind to the blatant suggestions being made by the hot salesman. Heck if I had let things happen, I would have been much happier with the trade-in offered being a full three thousand below KBB's suggested price.

I wonder if, around the dealership, it's a known feature of this extremely successful salesman's service that there are times when certain parts of the "deal" don't go through.

When the salesman brought the Rav back to the sales lot, to return possession to me, he didn't announce his return. My brother Edward noticed him, as he backed the Rav to the "Customer Parking" fence and went inside to fetch some window cleaner and a rag. "It's amazing what Windex will take off." he said, as he removed the yellow "Not For Sale" sticker from the windshield.

It wasn't until we returned home that we noticed the Rav's rear end.

While the "In-n-Out Burger", "Pornstar" squiggle text blue oval, and the gallery's No Place Like Here signage were still bearing witness, there had been a disrespectfully rough attempt to remove my "My Child was Inmate of the Month" and my "Masturbation is Not a Crime" stickers.

Three words.

Irreplaceable.