Prior to test driving, customer spoke with a Mexic...

Prior to test driving, customer spoke with a Mexican salesman whose countenance and personality was more like a drug cartel warlord rather than a salesman. After trying to work out a deal using a buying guide for new cars and trucks, we could not come to an agreement on the price because a new pickup truck shouldn't cost more than 40 thousand dollars for the basic model, a work truck. The deal stunk like a Mexican bean burrito sitting out on the sun too long building up flatulence. As the deal unfolded, the initial prognostication unfurled, and lo and behold, we were off the lot before we know it without a truck let alone a gift card with a serial number my friend and I each have. Something was amiss when the sicario salesman with his silent angry disposition told us over the phone and in-person that he didn't need our addresses or identification/drivers license. How would the amigo know where to send the gift cards if he didn't know our addresses? Unless he has connections we don't know of then he would never know, and eventually he didn't because he got angry like a silent but deadly fart and we never received anything through the mail.