The other week we were out browsing the line of cars at a local dealership. Me, Rick and Charlie. The salesman was following us closely, adding a comment every now and then. When I found one I liked (car, not salesman) we decided that we would buy it. The salesman needed to get the odometer reading for our car that we were trading in....so Rick headed towards where it was parked. The sun had set, and the wind was picking up....and I was getting cold, so I headed into the dealership. Charlie, ever faithful puppy, didn't know who to follow and was pulling on his leash, this way and that. The salesman stepped up to the plate feeling a deal close at hand, took Charlie's leash from me, told me to go on inside to get warm, and he walked Charlie towards where Rick was. Clearly, earning commission means taking care of ridiculous dog owners and their pets.
Next, we all met with the business manager who's job it was to sell us an extended warranty package. Yeah, right. Not. But we sat there listening to him, blah, blah, blah....while Charlie wandered around the office whining. Finally the guy stopped talking about the warranty, and asked if the dog had to go outside to do his business. Naw, we said. He just wants his own chair.
So, in came salesman with an extra chair for the dog. Charlie jumped up on the chair, smiled and the deal was finalized. We got our new car, Charlie got his chair, and the salesperson took great care of us and ignored the weird glances of other customers who probably thought we were ridiculous dog owners. Which we are.
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