Okay I'm gonna rant here of why I absolutely HATE selling cars.
I get a call from some no-mind barely-english speaking jackass last week who saw my add on samba selling my 67 beetle. I tell him on the phone what's wrong with it, the add says what's wrong with it etc. I was quite open and honest about all the little details, but at the end of the day I'm still selling a very respectable, running, well equipped and upgraded, accident and rust-free 1967 Sunroof Beetle. No it's not original, no it's not a show car, and it's not 100%. Anyways, I'm way the hell up in Dawson Creek so my little brother's taking care of the car for me. After taking time out of his day to show said ass-clown the car, ass-clown goes to see the car and proceeds to pick it apart and tell my brother what he thinks is wrong with it. As I told said ass-clown on the phone prior to looking at it, my bro knows NOTHING about the car - PERIOD. So knowing that basically proceeds to tell my brother what a piece of shit the car is and the body is buckled (which it totally isn't - the lower drivers door hinge is broken on the a-pillar) and leaves. Now I've been bangin' wrenches since I was 15, been into VW's since I was 19, and was a bodyman for a few years in my early 20's as well as working for the Bug Shop off and on for the last 4-5 years. I think I sort of have a clue what's happening and what I'm looking at is what I'm saying - ass-clown guy, not so much.
What the hell do you possible expect from a 44 year old classic car you idiot? It's not gonna be perfect!!!
If you get some stupid barely-english speaking idiot calling you to look at your car, tell him to pound sand as he has no clue what he's looking at....
Rant over.
I can go to sleep now