Trailer Trash Talk
My boyfriend and I went to a local RV dealer with $20k to spend so we could camp in style. The place was small, just one salesman, so we were fine waiting while he finished up with another customer.
About ten minutes later, he came over, already brisk and dismissive. I’m a twenty-something, blonde, hippie-looking girl. My boyfriend’s a tired, grease-stained mechanic. We could practically see the thought bubble over the salesman’s head: “Ugh, these kids are just here to waste my time.”
He rushed us through a couple of trailers in our budget but clearly couldn’t get rid of us fast enough. Finally, he walked us back out to the parking lot.
We unlocked the doors of our brand-new Camaro V8.
Salesman: “Is this your ride? You can’t pull a trailer with that.”
Us: “Our truck’s at home.”
The look on his face said it all. That was the moment he realized we weren’t just “kids”, we were serious buyers ready to spend $20k. And thanks to his attitude, he’d just lost the commission.
Don’t judge a book by its flower pants.
