New wheels

My husband bought me a new car last week, a new 2009 Buick Enclave.  Yes, that's right, one day he sold my Lexus while I wasn't looking and is now forcing me to drive a GM just to get around!!  Okay, perhaps that is a bit of an exaggeration.  I'll admit it, I was a little bit in love with my last car, but since I'm more than a little bit in love with my husband we made the decision together to get some new wheels.  I'll post a picture after I have a chance to run through the car wash since a little birdie decided to leave me a present, ahem.
 
But let me just take a moment to complain about the 3 GM dealerships we went to, because I found the common thread to be quite interesting - no one tried to sell me a car.  And no, I don't mean people ignored me or flat out lied to me (like at Suburban Mazda where I walked away from when shopping for a previous car-boo), I mean the sales staff could barely be bothered to answer questions that I had, much less encourage me to spend quite a few pennies on one of their cars.  It was completely bizarre, and the hubby mused that perhaps it was because they are so used to people with employee-related discount sales that they don't put in a big effort.  But even that explanation doesn't sit well with me in that they still stand to make a little money off of even those sales, so why not try to have people buy through you?  Oh, and also I could have done without the loud gripes about GM by some employees at two of those places (we had to go looking for someone to even greet us at the third place), not helping matters folks.  Lastly, had I known about the discriminatory remark one salesperson made about some other customers after they left the dealership, I would've pitched a famous fit but alas I had left the dealership feeling ill and I let the Barton deal with all the paperwork.  Don't worry, as the manager will receive a copy of my strongly worded survey reply!
 
Anyway, so far so good on the new car, now only if some of the people within the GM supply chain could hop on the don't-call-it-a-comeback bandwagon, perhaps we'll see light at the end of the tunnel yet.
 
P.S.  Hey OnStar chick, I didn't appreciate you being so flirty with my husband even after you discovered that I was in the car too!  Now if only he didn't enjoy it so much :).