You Auto Be Car-eful Around Car-ismatic Coworkers

| Working | February 18, 2013

(My manager is a ridiculously good-looking man, but it makes him uncomfortable especially when the women at our car dealership fawn over him. One night, a young girl—no more than about 19—comes in to buy her first car. It’s customary that the manager comes out and introduces themselves, so while the girl and I are in the middle of our initial small-talk, he walks out and extends his hand for a handshake)

Manager: “Hi, welcome to [dealership]. [My name] will take great care of you.”

(The girl blushes the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen and shakes his hand.)

Girl: *shyly* “Hi.”

(His job done, my manager turns to walk away, and the girl, forgetting I’m there, stares very hard at his rear as he leaves. She suddenly remembers I’m there, turns even redder, and looks at the ground.)

Girl: “I’m… so… sorry.”

Me: *laughs* “Don’t feel bad, hon. We get it all the time. If it makes you feel any better, all the women here have done the exact same thing at one time or another. I’m guilty of the same thing, trust me!”

(The customer seems to feel a little better, and she laughs with me. I stand up to go do some paperwork, and see my manager is sitting in the area. I decide to rib him a bit.)

Me: “Hey [manager], thanks for riling up my customers. The poor girl couldn’t stop staring after you when you walked away!”

Manager: “I know. I overheard your conversation.”

(My smile completely disappears.)

Me: “…How much did you hear?”

Manager: “All of it.”

(I couldn’t get out of there fast enough!)

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