and then, on the way home, we swing by the Toyota dealership.
i drive in and aim the car toward the used lot. slowly drive right by the sales guys, with a little wave. they of course want me to stop but i don't. i just go up and down the rows, never getting out of the car. and they follow me in a golf cart.
sometimes they drive the other way, right at me and then slow down, expecting me to roll down my window and engage. but i just slow down a little and then they get close and i just keep going, with a little wave.
one of the guys is there solo sometimes. a total dickbag. last saturday, he finally cut in front of me and stood at my window.
my 14 yo was horrified. " Dad! He wants to talk to you! Roll down the window!"
" But I don't want to talk with him. It's a two-way street, toots."
pause... " Oh... OK"
so I hit the down button and cracked the window about half an inch. Then angled my face toward the window, pursing my lips to say " Yes?"
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?"
" Not sure. Just looking. I'll know it when I see it."
" YOU MIGHT AS WELL DRIVE UP AND DOWN THE LOT AT WAL-MART THEN"
pursing, again ( 14 yo slumped in seat, staring at floor )
" Really? Are all the cars for sale over there, too?"
Then the guy just looks at me, all angry now. " BEAUTIFUL"
and gets back in his cart and drives back to his greeting station.
I'm going to continue to do this once a week for the rest of my life.
