Tim Dowling: Help! I’m being held hostage by a car salesman | Family
It is a rainy Monday morning and my wife and I are in a car dealership about a mile from home, walking around a shiny new vehicle and peering into its windows. “It looks bigger than our car,” she says. “That’s probably because it’s indoors,” I say. “Imagine how much bigger our car would look if we parked it in the kitchen.” I keep glancing at the time on my phone – we’ve already been here for over an hour, and all because six months ago I casually suggested we should probably consider getting an electric car at some point. I still find it difficult to comprehend the extent to which this is my fault. double quotation mark Standing by while the trade-in value of your vehicle is assessed is not my idea of a good time The last time we bought a car – in Exeter, where our previous car had chosen to die – the man at the dealership refused to believe we were serious buyers. He suspected we were holidaymakers killing time …


