11-17-2019, 05:34 PM
Not so much of a horror story, but I had a somewhat interesting encounter.
I bought a new car back in March. It was a routine transaction for the most part, except the salesman I was working with was dealing with some sort of flop sweat. I mean, we were just sitting there doing the normal paperwork and such, and he was sweating like Nixon. It was just dripping off his hands. I then spent the remainder of our time together wondering how, after it was all over, I was going to get out of there without having to shake SpongeBobs's hand. Our business having concluded, he was walking me toward the door when another salesperson approached to ask him a question. I seized the opportunity and put some space between us, turning as I fled toward the car to wave goodbye. Disaster averted.
Ew.
I bought a new car back in March. It was a routine transaction for the most part, except the salesman I was working with was dealing with some sort of flop sweat. I mean, we were just sitting there doing the normal paperwork and such, and he was sweating like Nixon. It was just dripping off his hands. I then spent the remainder of our time together wondering how, after it was all over, I was going to get out of there without having to shake SpongeBobs's hand. Our business having concluded, he was walking me toward the door when another salesperson approached to ask him a question. I seized the opportunity and put some space between us, turning as I fled toward the car to wave goodbye. Disaster averted.
Ew.
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