You don't know Oprah???????

Word on the streets is that everyone's home girl Oprah ran into a grade A bitch recently.

Allegedly O was out doing a little shopping when she spotted a purse she liked, asked the clerk to see it, and was informed it was too expensive for her. Like for reals, read about it here. 

Now this purse cost a cool $38,000. I am no mathematician but I am pretty sure someone who can afford to give a car to 100+ strangers while taping her talk show thinks of that as chump change.

I know Oprah has been out of the spotlight for a few years now but for crying out loud the woman has her own network, how does one not recognize her? Talk about having some egg on your face. I have a feeling that cashier is feeling dumber than those losers in pretty woman who refused to help the lovable hooker Julia Roberts back in the 90s.

Have you ever been treated like a broke ass by a sales person? I sure have. But I guess now it will sound better to say I was treated like Oprah.

For me it happened when I bought my car a few years ago.

To be honest the whole car buying process drove me to drink, because I have no clue about mechanics and the cost of a car was and still is about 10 times the amount I had ever spent on anything in my life. 

I remember looking at various cars online and deciding which was the cutest. I then set a price point in my head, and started to look. I swear to Santa every car salesman in the Metro-Detroit area treated me like a snot nosed kid. Which is cray cray because at the time I bought my car I was not only working a 9-5 but also waitressing 5 nights a week at the Melting Pot. If you have ever dined there you know that shit is expensive so you can imagine I was bringing home a pretty penny in tips. 

The worst experience of all happened at a Dodge dealership, my trusty Grand Am was on her last leg and I was ready to make a deal. The sales guy completely ignored me and get this when I asked to take a test drive said he was too busy at that moment so I would need to make an appointment.

I was pissed. I got in my dying car and drove to my parent's house because that is what a grown ass woman does when she can't stop crying. No matter how old we get, if someone hurts our feelings my dad will kill them. He was fuming when I told him my tragic tale and left the dealership some swear word filled messages. Needless to say they hounded me on the phone with apologies for weeks.

More needless to say I did not purchase a vehicle from those jerks. I wound up finding a car lot with some really nice salesmen who let me test drive whatever I wanted, explained things to me, and I ended up buying a sweet ass Scion for about double what I was planning to spend. Isn't that the way it works with cars though, you have a price in mind and then keep stretching and stretching it...or is that just me? I imagine I will be as irresponsible with my money when I eventually buy a house too. Guess that dealership shouldda been a little nicer to me or they could have swindled me out of all my money like the Scion dudes did. It's called commission boys.

Moral of this story, don't be a dick to people. Just because someone is old, young, black, white, ugly, slutty, or whatever else they are does not mean they are not richer than shit. You don't want to screw yourself out of a sweet little commission sales people, so be nice! This goes for non-sales people as well, you never know what role someone may wind up playing in your life so be nice.

Especially to Oprah.