Simply put: Please, just....stop.
The idea that anyone would be this jacked at buying a freaking TOYOTA is downright laughable. Or, at least, it would be laughable if it wasn't so pathetic. It's bad enough that you've got a family taking selfies with a salesman. But you've got another guy doing a dance and another who has acquired a bottle of champagne somewhere and is now spraying himself like he just won Game of the Freaking World Series instead of signing a contract to hand Toyota several hundreds of dollars a month for several years on top of thousands of dollars down- what the actual hell? You didn't win anything, my dude. You didn't beat out a hundred other people- or even ONE other person- to make the Deal of the Lifetime and convince the dealership to hand you the keys to a car because You're Awesome. You signed. A freaking. Contract. And the moment you did, that salesman stopped giving a damn about you and started wondering when you were going to get the hell out of his way, drive the hell off the lot, and let him move on to the next sucker. That you left him a wet mess to clean up just makes you an asshat on top of being a ridiculous Consumer who probably beeps the horn in celebration when he's handed his 2-for-1 deal in the Wendy's Drive-Thru.
Seriously, Toyota. What the hell?
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