Johnny: Bob, you're never here. And while you were gone, I helped a customer fill his tire with air, I helped an elderly woman add oil to her car, and I sold the '93 Buick for $350 dollars. You've got to be here to run your business!
Bob: Whoa, you have been busy! Listen, uh tell me just a little more about selling that Buick.
Johnny: Well, it's a funny story. This guy came in supposedly for directions. Okay, but anyone with a background in sales could see how he was eyeballing that Buick. So I slow play it. I pretend I don't notice. And then he sort of mentions the Buick. So I hem and haw, textbook stuff, I tell him, you know, oh, there's a lot of interest in that particular vehicle.
You know, I'm playing the guy like a bow fiddle. Then he finally admits this is the kind of car that he's been looking for. Oh, really? Says I. That's when I go in for the kill. Long story short, he forks over $350 dollars cash. And you're welcome. Certain instincts you just don't lose. It's like riding a bike.
Bob: Well, funny you should use that expression. Because Dick Sinson is gonna be riding his bike until we can get his car back for him!
Johnny: Who's Dick Simpson?
Bob: I couldn't tell 'ya. But Dick Sinson is the fella whose car you just sold. He brought it in for a brake job. I don't recall him wanting to sell it.
Johnny: Oh.