How I became fresh meat at a car dealership and sold my privacy for a discount – jacksonprogress-argus

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There are a few fears I have in my life. I despise insects of all sorts, no matter how pretty and colorful they are. I fear walking in the woods at night, flying on a Boeing airplane, swimming in a river in Australia, meeting Beyoncé, calling my mom by her first name, and God.

But never in my life would I think that walking inside of a car dealership by myself as a first-time buyer and as a 20-something-year-old woman, who’s knowledge about cars mainly comes from Google, would be added to my list of my top fears. To a car salesperson, I’m fresh meat.

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