Wednesday, October 30, 2013

every saturday morning, i take one of my girls out for breakfast

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.

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