That's what I told the [possibly literally] retarded salesman last time I bought a new car from a dealer. Man, I might ordinarily disqualify a dealer for hiring retards, but at least he was polite and helpful, and that' considerably more [nice positive things] than I could say about any of the other Fiat dealerships within a 50 mile radius. Why I thought I wanted a Fiat is somewhat beyond me now, but I did have a lot of fun with the thing, but it ate transmissions the way some cars consume oil, and when it needed it's third rebuild, I just dumped it and got something else... But I digress, as per tradition.