Sunday, May 3, 2009
Racing For Pink Slips
So, yours truly was coming out of the bank on Friday. A good looking man late 30's, maybe early 40's, opens the door for me. I am impressed. As we walk to each of our respective cars I glance over and see he has a nice, not heavily loaded Mercedes, good condition.
I said to him while looking at my pathetic car...."you know I am pretty motivated to replace my car." I shook my head while looking at my car. He looks over and shakes his head, the paint job is enough of a sell on that line.
He smiles that typical guy smile, like he plans to give me some advice in my next selection of vehicles and answer any questions I may have for him. Totally cute male waiting to dispatch his gender duty to another helpless female of our species.
"In fact" I said, "I am so motivated, I will race you for our pink slips, what do you say?"
The look was precious, the reaction was hysterical. He burst out laughing so hard he couldn't move. He just started wiping the tears from his eyes.
I think that was the first time a woman had exceeded his expectations of how motivated she could be to take his car. Driver, not necessary. Pink slip and keys only.
P.S. I actually want a hybrid Honda or Toyota, but I would drive the Mercedes until I could trade it in.