Fun with sales people at dealerships reminds me of a trip to a certain dealer when I was ready to order my 1994 Ram. A "Larry Lounge Lizard" type with the gold chain, unbuttoned shirt, a permanent leer, and slicked hair intercepted Sue and me in the lot.

Sue's face says Strike 1! While Sue and I were quizzing him about specs and options, he turns to me and asks if the truck is for me or for her.

Oops - Strike 2! I tell him the truck is for both of us, and Sue drives my other truck just fine - thank you.
Lizard offers to give us a ride in the 4X4 diesel 5 speed they have. I hop in driver side, Sue climbs in the passenger side in her denim mini skirt, and Lizard ogles Sue before he climbs in beside her.
So the three of us go for a drive, with Lizard talking around Sue to tell me about the truck. Sue takes every chance she can get to ask technical questions that he can't answer because he really prefers to sell fast cars and is not very knowledgeable about pickups. I ease down the main strip and then take the side road toward I81 where there is a steep on ramp with a very short merge lane. At the bottom of the ramp I punch the throttle in 2nd gear, run the 5 speed through the gears, top the ramp in OD at a little over 70 mph, and keep the foot down until 80 mph - Lizard had gone quiet back on the ramp. A few miles later (at the next exit on the other side of town) Lizard has his vocal cords working again, I tap the brakes to release the cruise and bail off the interstate.
On the shoulder of the side road I hop out, Sue hops out, I hop in, and Sue gets behind the wheel. Lizard starts telling Sue how to use the clutch.

Strike three - you're out! While he is talking, Sue winds the motor up to 1500 and dumps the clutch in 2nd gear (leaving two rooster tails of gravel spewing behind us). As we hit the pavement, Sue power shifts into 3rd (chirping the tires), quickly hits 4th, and smiles sweetly at our passenger. He is quiet and has a death grip on the door.
Back on the main strip - Sue is working through the traffic lights, I am watching her skirt ride up, and Lizard is looking a little flushed. We get back to the dealership and while Sue idles through the lot in 3rd, Lizard says to just park the truck in front of the main door. I tell Sue to put it back where we got it - which she does perfectly. At that point the poor guy was just too flustered to go into his usual spiel, so we thank him and head for home - with Sue grinning all the way. The best part is that I got a big thank you from Sue for doing the swap in the middle of the test drive!
I wonder if Lizard ever got over a woman wheeling that diesel truck around with such panache.
Dave