Yesterday I drove down to the valley to look at RVs, just wanting to know what was out there. They have two RV places, and neither one had a rig that would work, but the sales guys were nice.

Although, flattery really won't make me buy a rig that won't work for me. Really. *g*

Today I drove up to Spokane. There are several RV places there with much bigger inventories. The first place was closed, so I went on to the second. I told the guy my needs, and he led me to a just-about-perfect RV that was within my budget. :) It's very pretty, and has room for the birds. It's two years old, which is great, cuz the original owner took the biggest depreciation hit already. They had taken out the couch and put a chaise lounge thing in there, which kinda sucked, because I like having an extra bed if I need it, but the cushions did lay out to make a decent sized bed and it was very comfy to sit on with a great view of the TV. The wood was dark cherry, and I like lighter wood, but it was *workable*. It even had a washer/dryer (which I have to have) and an automated satellite dish system, which would so rock.

We go back inside and sit down to talk figures. I told him that I didn't need their finance company, because I would use my own, and he was okay with that. I asked if they had wi-fi, so I could check the NADA price. He said no, so I asked if they had any internet access. He goes into another office and he and another guy hunch over the computer. He comes out about five minutes later with a printout listing the NADA price-- at full value. Fine, that's okay. I can take the specs home and look them up myself. So I smiled and said, "I'm a member of a financial institution that has a buying club, so I'll have them call you to negotiate the final price.

He gets up and leaves, then comes back in about 30 seconds, and says, "The manager says that if you have anyone call us to negotiate, he'll stand absolutely firm on the price, and only give you $20,000 on your trade-in."

My trade-in NADAs at around $35,000. I know. I checked.

I looked at him, sort of stunned, and said, "If I have someone who knows what they're doing call, you'll penalize me $15,000?"

He said, "I didn't say that."

"Yes you did." So I smiled at him with an 'awwwww, you fucked up' smile, and said, "You may just have lost the sale. I really don't like being threatened," and got up and walked out.

In retrospect, I probably should have laughed and said something like, "Wow! That's quite a reaction! What are you hiding?" But I didn't. :(

Still, the fact remains that I really don't like to be threatened. At all. About anything.

Silly boys.