Doesn’t Give A Truck About You

(My son has a good job and has good credit and is ready to buy a new pickup truck. I drive him over in my old car so he can possibly drive home a new truck if he finds what he wants. My car is old and nothing to write home about but I take a bus to work every day so I don’t need anything fancy. The employees at the car lot take one took at my car when we pull in and just ignore us. We look around the showroom and NO ONE approaches us. Finally, he goes and talks to one of the salesmen.)

Son: “I wondered if you could tell me about these trucks.”

Salesman: “Oh, I don’t think you want those. Tell you what you should do. Do you get the paper every day? Okay, just get the classifieds and see what’s for sale used. Have a good day.”

(We went to another lot. He bought a truck with no problem. I still chuckle when I drive past the first lot and think about that idiot who misjudged and lost a good commission.)