Chat? maybe... but it is pig related...
On the way home I decided to stop by the Toyota Dealership. Its always been my experience people that work at the Toyota Dealership have zero idea what and FJ55 is. Someone ripped off the embelems some time ago. My grill is painted flat black so you cant see it says Toyota unless you are standing right in front. Ofcourse any pig owner already knows it says Toyota... my tailgate doesnt have the big letters that say Toyota. Anyone that has owned a pig long enough has experienced the strange looks... stares.... questions on what year land rover is that... is that an international scout... etc etc....
Well not today. Today I drive into the Toyota Dealer. As I get closer to the building I can already see the baffled gazes from the folks inside. I find a spot in the front and open the door. An older couple looking at a brand new Tacomas stop and stare at the pig. They come closer to get a better look.I wave and smile as I make my way towards the showroom floor. Being I just got off work I'm still wearing my scrubs and a long coat. Ive been in the lab all day so Im tired and ready to get home. I just want some fast info and brochures on the FJCruiser.I enter the door to the showroom and then make my way to the brochure rack. Well as you would expect... Nada for FJ Cruiser brochures... then I walk across the floor and notice two salesmen sitting on thier arses... they look back but do nothing.
So I walk over to the front of the store and wait. Only a few short minutes go by and an attractive woman walks up to me and asks if I have been helped yet. I tell her that no one has helped me... (but I notice both salesmen are off their asses now and trying to look buisy)... she offers an apology and then calls over one of the salesmen. He rushes over and she instructs him to help me. He asks if Im there to maybe look at a Toyota Corolla...."Umm Nope!" He then asks, "Then what are you here to look at?" She tells him, "I know why he is here!" .... "He is here to ask about the new FJ Cruiser."
>>>>>>>>>> "DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM BINGO!"<<<<<<<<<
I look over at her and say, "Yeah thats correct." The salesdude then asks her how she knew that... she turns and pints out to the parking lot at the pig and tells him, "Because he drove in that old Land Cruiser stationwagon."
I swear on a stack of TLC FSM's.... if I werent married I would have kissed that woman. Ofcourse the salesdude doesnt have a clue as to what she is talking about. Not only does he not know shiat about Land Cruisers he has never heard of an FJ Cruiser. She takes charge of the sale and pretty much lets me know everything and even prints out a delivery slip on the next FJ they have coming in. Thing is fully loaded... they want 29400 for it. I walk away with a smile on my face.... salesdude wants to look at my cruiser... so I give him the walk thru and some much needed Cruiser History...
Anyway I was stoaked at the fact some sales chick knew my pig was a Land Cruiser.... infact she knew more then all the Toyota dealer people I have ever encountered put together.
On the way home I decided to stop by the Toyota Dealership. Its always been my experience people that work at the Toyota Dealership have zero idea what and FJ55 is. Someone ripped off the embelems some time ago. My grill is painted flat black so you cant see it says Toyota unless you are standing right in front. Ofcourse any pig owner already knows it says Toyota... my tailgate doesnt have the big letters that say Toyota. Anyone that has owned a pig long enough has experienced the strange looks... stares.... questions on what year land rover is that... is that an international scout... etc etc....
Well not today. Today I drive into the Toyota Dealer. As I get closer to the building I can already see the baffled gazes from the folks inside. I find a spot in the front and open the door. An older couple looking at a brand new Tacomas stop and stare at the pig. They come closer to get a better look.I wave and smile as I make my way towards the showroom floor. Being I just got off work I'm still wearing my scrubs and a long coat. Ive been in the lab all day so Im tired and ready to get home. I just want some fast info and brochures on the FJCruiser.I enter the door to the showroom and then make my way to the brochure rack. Well as you would expect... Nada for FJ Cruiser brochures... then I walk across the floor and notice two salesmen sitting on thier arses... they look back but do nothing.
So I walk over to the front of the store and wait. Only a few short minutes go by and an attractive woman walks up to me and asks if I have been helped yet. I tell her that no one has helped me... (but I notice both salesmen are off their asses now and trying to look buisy)... she offers an apology and then calls over one of the salesmen. He rushes over and she instructs him to help me. He asks if Im there to maybe look at a Toyota Corolla...."Umm Nope!" He then asks, "Then what are you here to look at?" She tells him, "I know why he is here!" .... "He is here to ask about the new FJ Cruiser."
>>>>>>>>>> "DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM BINGO!"<<<<<<<<<
I look over at her and say, "Yeah thats correct." The salesdude then asks her how she knew that... she turns and pints out to the parking lot at the pig and tells him, "Because he drove in that old Land Cruiser stationwagon."
I swear on a stack of TLC FSM's.... if I werent married I would have kissed that woman. Ofcourse the salesdude doesnt have a clue as to what she is talking about. Not only does he not know shiat about Land Cruisers he has never heard of an FJ Cruiser. She takes charge of the sale and pretty much lets me know everything and even prints out a delivery slip on the next FJ they have coming in. Thing is fully loaded... they want 29400 for it. I walk away with a smile on my face.... salesdude wants to look at my cruiser... so I give him the walk thru and some much needed Cruiser History...
Anyway I was stoaked at the fact some sales chick knew my pig was a Land Cruiser.... infact she knew more then all the Toyota dealer people I have ever encountered put together.
