Judge a Book by the Cover
Did my research. A lot of it. Sorted. Decided among the options. Decided what I could live with for the next six years. Made an appointment with myself and walked into the dealership. The old codger at the front desk, I don’t know what he thought but it was clear he considered me a purchaser. He sloughed me off. More disinterested he could not have been. He called over ‘not your usual suspect’. 30 minutes later Mr. Salesperson had a sale. Days later, when I took delivery of the car, I shared my feelings with the salesman. The salesman also said I was the first woman he had sold to who asked to see under the hood.