I got a new car about a month ago. Well, new to me car. I love this car. I drive down the highway feeling special. Special because this car is mine. Oh sure it belonged to someone before me but as it gracefully aged the owner tired of it and made the decision to buy a new Lexus. Before,a trusted servant of its master and then suddenly without so much as a warning the tires are turned in. The sleek aging body still with plenty of life, a stereo with tunes left to play and a fully functional 2.5 V6 engine now sits quietly alone on the back lot of a dealership and is known to others only as Lot # 97821.
Would it be rescued and saved and loved again or would those who make those decisions not even notice.
Well, someone did pay attention to the orphaned ones on the back lot and when the little white convertible was spotted a deal was made immediately. One person glad to be rid of the once everyone's dream car and another person equally glad because this was THE car. The one they had been looking for all their life. "It's beautiful", I said. "Don't you want to know how much it costs?" said the dealer who was too casually dressed in shorts, a Hawiian shirt, shoes but no socks. "I'll buy it", I said. "Don't you even want to take it for a test drive first? the dealer said leary of my intentions. "May I", I asked excitedly? "NO, the dealer plates are all out right now." "How much with tax", I asked. " I'll have to look it up" he said and then I knew what was about to happen. "Uhhh, it seems the price is a little low, uhhh yea, here on the sheet it's marked wrong." Don't know how that could of happened." "Yea, that car is about two thousand dollars underpriced." " About two thousand," I said. "Yea, two thousand, two thousand more exactly." What was I going to do? He already knew I loved the car, that I wanted to buy it. I was sure he was moving in for the kill. There was only one thing he hadn't figured on. "Well, uh, I'll have to talk it over with my wife." "She's already told me I can't spend that much." "I'm sorry." "Hold on now," said the man who knew all to well how a third party can kill a sale. " I might be able to come down a little." "Really, how much?" "I'll split the difference with ya." "Wow, that's sounds good." "Then we have a deal, let me get the paperwork started," he said eagerly. "Well, I should call the wife first." "She wanted to look several other places." "O.K., O.K. you talked me into it." "The car is yours for the price on the windshield. "Throw in some floor mats," I asked? "You're good," said the dealer who was now glad to just break even.
So, I now own a breath of happiness, a joyful delight, a beautiful automobile with miles and years to give. I own it, or does it own me?
Would it be rescued and saved and loved again or would those who make those decisions not even notice.
Well, someone did pay attention to the orphaned ones on the back lot and when the little white convertible was spotted a deal was made immediately. One person glad to be rid of the once everyone's dream car and another person equally glad because this was THE car. The one they had been looking for all their life. "It's beautiful", I said. "Don't you want to know how much it costs?" said the dealer who was too casually dressed in shorts, a Hawiian shirt, shoes but no socks. "I'll buy it", I said. "Don't you even want to take it for a test drive first? the dealer said leary of my intentions. "May I", I asked excitedly? "NO, the dealer plates are all out right now." "How much with tax", I asked. " I'll have to look it up" he said and then I knew what was about to happen. "Uhhh, it seems the price is a little low, uhhh yea, here on the sheet it's marked wrong." Don't know how that could of happened." "Yea, that car is about two thousand dollars underpriced." " About two thousand," I said. "Yea, two thousand, two thousand more exactly." What was I going to do? He already knew I loved the car, that I wanted to buy it. I was sure he was moving in for the kill. There was only one thing he hadn't figured on. "Well, uh, I'll have to talk it over with my wife." "She's already told me I can't spend that much." "I'm sorry." "Hold on now," said the man who knew all to well how a third party can kill a sale. " I might be able to come down a little." "Really, how much?" "I'll split the difference with ya." "Wow, that's sounds good." "Then we have a deal, let me get the paperwork started," he said eagerly. "Well, I should call the wife first." "She wanted to look several other places." "O.K., O.K. you talked me into it." "The car is yours for the price on the windshield. "Throw in some floor mats," I asked? "You're good," said the dealer who was now glad to just break even.
So, I now own a breath of happiness, a joyful delight, a beautiful automobile with miles and years to give. I own it, or does it own me?
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Dad, Dad, Dad. I've never seen you act like that at a car dealership. Hope you like the car.
Talk it over with my wife. You? That's a laugh :)
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