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So I called the local Chevy dealer salesman looking for a C8 allocation. He sounded really depressed, mentioning that some professor at the local college went diva-ballistic on him for not having insider information about GM’s plant operations plan with respect to resuming C8 production.
The customer ranted about his MBA with a concentration in Financing a Nigerian Prince’s immigration the US via Western Union, and he wasn’t happy with an honest dealer answer of “we don’t have that information”, then the customer called the salesman a “meat-eater animal murderer” and cancelled his order.
I asked the salesman if I could take over the deposit; he said he would call back after checking with his manager but seemed really optimistic when I said I didn’t go to Berkeley and I had a real job, not just an empty education (My business experience contradicts what some stoner mba class teaches).
If I get the allocation, I’m giving the salesman a steak and taking the C8 for a tour around Berkeley.