In late 1999 my wife decided she wanted a Dodge Intrepid (don't ask me why, it's what she wanted). I walked into a Dodge dealership, hooked upwith a scumbag salesman and testdrove a couple of used '99's. I picked one I liked and we went inside where I gave them all the blah, blah info. I was waiting around in the showroom while they did their thing. I was BSing with the sales scumbags who were just slightly above being snotty.
The finance manager called a few of the sales scumbags into his office and when they came out they were fawning all over me. They started edging me over towards the Vipers and giving me the high pressure sales pitch. I wasn't interested and finally the original sales scumbag lead me into the inner-sanctum sales cubicle.
He showed mi FICO and it was an 827.
No wonder they tried selling me a $100,000 car when all I wanted was a stinking used Intrepid.