And here we find the conclusion to last week’s comic.

I’m not going to go into detail about what exactly the car dealership did to piss me off and make me cancel the deal, it’s all pretty much there in the comic. What I will do, however, is explain a comment I made in last week’s post about how I feel that car dealers perfectly embody everything that is wrong with society.

I find the procedure of buying a car . . . Offensive.

I do not understand how, in this day and age, we maintain a system where a good/service doesn’t have a set, static price. Not only that we maintain it, but we accept it. This system is one of fluctuating prices, seemingly at whim, where we accept and expect that the dealer is going to try to take advantage of the buyer at every given opportunity. We maintain a system which is renowned for providing dodgy goods, questionable contracts, unnecessary additions, and last-minute changes.

Someone told me “Of course that’s what they do,” as if explaining something to a simpleton. “It’s been happening that way for thousands of years. Everyone knows they’re arseholes who’ll try and get every last cent out of you. What’s your problem?”

My problem is that if we have known this for, quote, ‘thousands of years’, then why the Hell do we allow it to continue?

So much of what I believe is broken in modern society can be found in the car salesman: greed, concealment of information, corporate management directives, overly aggressive salesmanship, focus on figures and statistics rather than customer experience, overt politeness*, failure to acknowledge the concerns of others, etc. etc..

There are a lot of things I don’t like about the modern world. There are a lot of things that I see as broken, and that others just accept as normal. I can’t accept them, and I doubt I ever will. The thing that I find profoundly irritating however, is when other people will sit there and say, “Yeah, I hate that. But that’s the way the world is.”



*That one sounds weird, I admit. But you know when people are being too nice. It’s not polite, because it’s not sincere. It’s creepy. It’s creepy, and it makes you uncomfortable.