First, the used car salesman.
Yes, I said "used car", not the gentler, kinder "pre-owned car". C'mon you don't change our attitude towards the profession by simply changing the label. Ducks would still hate the Trojans if their name was the Southern Cal Kitties. A cow pie by any other name would smell just as bad (apologies to Shakespeare). This is a profession that tries to make us believe someone else's cast off is just what you need. "What's it gonna take to get you in this car today?"
You may be asking yourself, why is the Coach going off like this.
Answer, the weather people in our area predicted a great snowfall for the Willamette Valley the past week. One to five inches were predicted on the Valley floor. They hammered us with this prediction for days and then.....barely an inch fell which melted off immediately. I was hoping for that magic that comes with a new snow, instead we barely got a tease.
We'd be better off with a monkey throwing darts at a prognosticating dart board.
With that my answer as to who is worse - definitely the weatherman.