Dealership #3
After I left Gavin, I was already getting tired, but here I was at the Auto Mall. I had spent the time to get here, so I might as well keep going, right?
So, I approached the dealership at the end of the cul de sac. It was very attractive and had one of those ramps in front where you could see the underside of “today’s special.” Today’s special wasn’t what I had in mind; it was a pick-up truck and I clearly needed an SUV.
But they had some SUV’s on display.
I went into the showroom and was quickly met by a very polished middle-aged man, dressed well and with only a hint of tobacco smell about him. Something must have been bothering him, since he seemed to be scowling throughout. It made me feel guilty for interrupting him on a bad day.
He introduced himself as Ricky, asked my name and used it throughout our brief encounter.
He asked if this was my first visit. (There must be a trade association requirement for this question.) I said yes, told him I was “prequalified to the max,” and asked if they had something in an SUV that I could use for “the girls.” He smiled, answered “absolutely” and asked how many girls and what were their names. I replied that there were two, Lee-Victoria, the baby and Prancer, her mother.
Ricky briefly grew a smile and commented that, with such an important decision as an SUV in mind, I should go get my wife and daughter and come back “as the entire buying committee.”
I started to explain that my wife was not interested in being involved, and that Prancer and Lee-Victoria were my DOGS. I don’t have a daughter. But Ricky had excused himself and was talking to a large family that had just come in.
Seeing he would be a while, I left.
This was becoming hard work. I needed a new SUV. I couldn’t keep driving the dogs like this. And, I needed the same SUV to be able to tow the trailer.
Hopefully someone would take me seriously.
Next installment on Saturday February 15.
Friday, February 15, 2008
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Mr. Hard-Drive, I thought for certain that new home sales had a locked-patent on "Is This Your First Visit?" You mean we have to CHANGE it now? Please leave the other sacred cow: "How'd You Hear of Us?" NOT! This is a very interesting story; congratulations on your blog. (Cydne)
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