I am at the Mercedes-Benz dealership in Beverly Hills California. I am being treated like such sh*t. I am 100% sure that it is because I am dressed the way I am – typical attire for myself. I’m wearing sweats, flip-flops, a baseball cap and a T-shirt. 4 salesman told me they would not take me on a test drive because they’re here to make money- especially on Saturdays and Sundays. Literally that’s what they said to me. The sales manager came out and apologized profusely. He was super nice. And a very nice girl named Monica, who is not a sales person, helped me out a lot… I’m very interested in this car that I’m looking at, and even though they’ve told a different salesman to let me drive the car, who was a very nice guy, I took this whole thing personally and after a 45 minute runaround, I had to leave. I thought I was going to start crying because I was treated so bad. I swear to God I feel like an African-American in the 60s. Or a gay in the 80s. I forgot the other d*ckhead salesmen’s names, but Joseph was the worst of them. and you know what, he smelled like a cheap Italian shower. So there. Now I feel better. A little.