Let me tell you, buying a car usually ranks somewhere between getting a root canal and assembling IKEA furniture— but not with Stacy from Rightway Auto.
Let me set the scene: I walked into Rightway Auto with a mix of excitement and fear, like a contestant on a game show where the prize might be your dream car or might be a 1998 used lawn mower. But then— Stacy appeared like a car-selling superhero with a key-fob instead of a cape.
The whole process was smoother than my new cars leather seats. Zero pressure, lots of laughs, and I didn’t once feel like I was being sold a timeshare in Florida.
If you’re shopping and want someone who’ll treat you like a human, go see Stacy. Just be warned— you will leave with a car, and possibly the urge to name it after her.