Karyn Stewart

Review of Woburn Toyota

The salesman at Woburn Toyota was the definition o...

The salesman at Woburn Toyota was the definition of misogyny.

I needed a new car and my husband came along merely because he's tall and sometimes has trouble fitting in cars. The gaggle of salespeople watched me emerge from the driver's seat of our old car and approach them. One walked towards us, ignored me entirely to step around me and greet my husband with a firm handshake and direct eye contact. My husband redirected the salesperson to the real purchaser - me - and the salesperson didn't skip a beat. He beamed a demeaning smile at me, changed his voice to baby-talk, and asked me what color I want, then without waiting for my response (an icy glare) chuckled at his own wit and returned his attention to my husband, again ignoring me.

This salesman never really looked at me when I spoke. I always had to talk to either the back of his head or he might glance over his shoulder to say something. He also tried to push us at other style vehicles that did not fit our clearly stated main criteria ( 40+ mpg).