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Don McGill takes the cake in the rotten customer service category. Well, I honestly don’t know where to start. Don McGill successfully stole all the joy from my first car buying experience. The Dealership lied to me, put me through the ringer and cost me an additional $100 in gas.
This story is so bad you will think I am making it up but it truly happened to me and I have witnesses to back it up.
The whole thing started on a Saturday when I called Don McGill about a Toyota Matrix I found online that was listed at a good deal. I worked everything out over the phone with my sales man and got the terms with in my liking. Then I drove from Conroe to Katy in a car without AC in Houston’s August Heat at 5pm in the evening, and upon my arrival I was told the car that I wanted to buy had been damaged when it was sent to detailing. Somehow they had managed to put a major dent in the passenger side fender, door and completely rip the side view mirror off. So for the next 4 hours we haggled over other car deals, none of which were the same or even comparable to the deal we had worked out over the Matrix that they had wrecked. I kept insisting that they just fix their mistake and get me the matrix in the condition it had been in before. The dealership then had the guts to ask me how much I was willing to pay to help fix the car… The car they had wrecked. I could not believe this (I should have taken my keys at this point and left, but I didn’t). Finally they agree to fix the car and tell me it would be done in 2 days. Being a bit on the pessimistic side, I said I would come and get it on Wednesday (3 business days after the sale).I signed all the paper work and gave them a check for my down payment (which they said they would not cash until the deal was done and I had my car). On Wednesday I called my sales man and he told me the car would not be ready until Thursday. Then on Thursday after the dealership had cashed my check , he called and told me it would not be ready until Friday. Then on Friday I showed up at the dealership and insisted on seeing the car, because at this point I was a little weary that they had even started the work. The car was baking after being painted and a young guy named Kris in the Body shop preceded to argue with me about how my demands for my car were unprecedented and there was no way he could finish it that day (let me reiterate how rude and snotty this young man was with me, making it out that this whole ordeal was somehow my fault). At this point they have cashed my check and I am quite insistent that they give me a car to drive, so they gave me a little Kia to borrow. However, the car had less than a quarter tank of gas in it, not even enough to get me home to Conroe, much less back on Saturday to pick up my car. I had plans Saturday morning, so later that afternoon I called and was informed my car was ready for pick up. When I arrived at the dealership, everybody rushed around so much it was hard to think straight and at this point I am so frustrated I can barely keep my wits about me, so when they gave me my loan papers and the certification information, I asked is there anything else that I need and when they said no and gave me my keys I was so glad to get out of there. The joy was completely gone when I got in my new car and realized they never finished detailing it out (it was filthy, the upholstery had pink goop all over the backseat) and the gas tank was on E with the light on. My aunt was with me through this whole thing and told me she would buy me a tank of gas and it would just be easier to clean it myself then to take the chance that they would wreck it again trying to detail it out, so we just left. Once I arrived at home and things had settled down a bit I realized, I was driving an illegal car, because the dealer had not given me temporary tags.