For those of you who don't know, I now have a Tesla. Ordered before Elon Musk even made the slightest move to buy Twitter. To be honest, I don't know if that would have made any difference in the end. EVs are like driving computers on wheels. Like one of my sons said, "If Mom can figure it out, then we should have no problems." Or something to that effect.
Tesla Techies
Taken hostage by the prestige
of working for Tesla.
Given the title of Advisor instead
of Sales Rep prevents smarmy smile
overkill, promises minimal interaction.
My "Advisor," rapidly listing bare
essentials when I take delivery,
concludes with "Any questions?"
I smooth my creased brow trying
to appear confident. Deny ignorance.
He assures me I can find all answers
needed in the Owners Manual.
Onscreen in the vehicle. Online.
He shifts his feet and checks his watch.
Glances over my shoulder. Total time
with me: 15 minutes.
Not tech savvy, I leave the lot slowly,
curse the spitting rain as I fumble looking
for the wiper control - onscreen.
Tesla "Advisors" could learn a lesson
or two from the dissed car salesmen
down the road.
And I don't mean parking the inventory.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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