I usually hold on to my cars for about ten years or so. About three and a half years ago, right before the dealership I work at was sold to Victory Automotive Group, I bought a 2017 Odyssey. As an employee, I went through the House, but one of the salesmen was given the task of doing the paperwork, registering it, filling it up with gas and getting the inspection sticker. He just retired, so one of the clowns that Victory brought in came out to the shop, told me that he was my new salesman and started harping on me to buy a new car. This has been going on for a week and I am on the verge of storming up to the showroom and raising hell.
It wouldn't be the first time somebody in the shop went to another dealership and got a better deal. When I was working at Cadillac, the shop foreman told the sales manager that he wanted to buy a new Oldsmobile station wagon. The manager kept blowing him off, not taking him serious. About a month later, the sales staff spotted a brand new Buick Estate Wagon in the employee parking lot. They asked around, and finally discovered that the shop foreman had bought it. "Why did you buy that Buick? We could have given you a good deal!" "I told you assholes I was looking for a new car a month ago. You blew it!"
There was a Jeopardy! clue the other day, something about Stalin walking out of a Shostakovich opera, but I didn't care enough to research the situation. If I had to guess, I'd say the composer probably didn't make it home for dinner that night. Stalin wasn't one to pussyfoot about.