Bullied Woman Is Kicked Out By Car Dealer, But He Didn't Know Her Dad Is The Owner

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The second I stepped into that luxury dealership, I could feel the judgment. I didn’t look rich enough, I guess.

One of the salesmen smirked when I asked about a vehicle and said, “This isn’t a thrift shop, sweetheart.”

Another one chuckled, adding I should try the used car lot down the road. They tossed around words like “adorable”

as if I didn’t understand how money works. I felt humiliated—but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone and made a call.

“Hey Dad,” I said, loud enough for them to hear. “I’m at your dealership… can you come out front?”

The second he walked in, those smug looks melted off their faces—and what happened next? I’ll never forget it.

Requesting John’s Help

Determined to get some information, I approached John, wearing my most convincing smile. “Hey, can you give me a tour?”

I asked, thinking being friendly could break the ice. John just rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. “You serious?”

he muttered under his breath, loud enough for me to hear. Despite his clear disdain, I stood my ground, hoping he’d see I wasn’t there to waste anyone’s time.

Instead, I was just met with more skepticism.

Mocked by John

John let out a hearty laugh as if I’d told the best joke of the day. “Let me show you something in your range,”

he snickered, pointing at a scratched-up old sedan. His smug smile screamed condescension. It felt like he was doing me a favor, showcasing a car that needed more work than it was worth.

I swallowed my pride, trying to keep my composure while frustration bubbled inside. My visit wasn’t going as planned.

Turning to Jason

Not ready to give up, I turned my attention to Jason, hoping for better luck. “Could you help me with some car options?”

I inquired, giving him a hopeful look. Jason seemed busy but I thought maybe he’d be less harsh. “Uh, let me check,”

he replied without much enthusiasm. He seemed preoccupied, probably thinking of anything but helping me.

I knew I had to stay patient even if it felt like an uphill battle.

Judged by Jason

I noticed Jason glance at his watch, something there made him smirk. “Your outfit doesn’t really scream luxury,”

he mumbled, barely making eye contact. It was clear he’d already decided I wasn’t a serious buyer.

I felt embarrassment creeping up my neck, but I shoved it aside, now focusing on observing and noting everything.

This wasn’t just about buying a car; I was taking mental notes on how they treated people like me. It was almost unbelievable.