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Once upon a time there were three used car salesmen: Tony Paparitzki, who held the top record for vehicles sold, Tommy Mamarka, who brought doughnuts each day to lure customers in, and Vinny Bambino, the new hire, looking to make a mark for himself.
Near the end of a slow sales day, three of Tommy's doughnuts were left crusting on their tray, so he offered (no clients in sight) to share them with his co-workers. Tony and Vinny hurried in to grab one before he changed his mind, and were just about to take bite when a load of new used cars pulled into the yard. All three left their doughnuts to go have a look.
And, no sooner had the three men left the showroom than a Honda Civic drove up, with a curly blonde at the wheel. The blonde had a red sports car in mind, and she looked around for a salesman. “Hello,” she called from the dealership door, but no one answered. She moved into the room a little further, spotting the uneaten doughnuts on Tommy's desk. “Hmm,” she said and picked up the largest. It was chocolate, and she was hungry. But it was too hard, so she put it back to pick up another. The second donut, a glazed, had a soggy side from a coffee spill, so she passed on that one too. But the third donut, frosted pink with sprinkles, was just right. She ate it all and licked her manicured fingers, still looking around for a salesman.
Then, out on the lot, something red caught her eye. She saw, not just one, but three red sports cars sparkling in the afternoon sun. She ran to them, her high heels clicking. Looking around the lot, the salesmen still out of sight, she decided to rest her lightly tanned elbow on the roof of a red Solstice to see how it felt to pose next to it. But her elbow tilted up at an unsightly angle, and the blonde said, “Too tall,” moving on to a red Eclipse. “Too short,” she decided as posing beside it required a slouch. But when she stepped to the third, a convertible Mustang, “Just right,” she said, no posing required. The other two cars were locked up tight…the convertible was not. She opened the door and lowered herself onto the white leather seat. It fit her dainty backside perfectly. Then she flipped down the visor to check her lipstick, settled back to catch a few rays, and promptly fell asleep.
The salesmen were ecstatic over the new inventory and stayed to inspect it a little too long. When they realized no one was minding the shop, they all raced back in a hurry, with Tony leading the way. Tommy glanced at his doughnuts, and knew that something was wrong. “Who's been eating my doughnuts?” he asked. The others shrugged, but Vinny said, ”The pink one was mine, and it's gone.” The men looked around the showroom and then moved onto the lot. Tony went east, and Tommy went west. A beat-up Civic, with a fluffy red boa hanging from the rearview mirror, was parked in one of the customer slots, so Vinny followed his heart to the red convertible. He'd had it out earlier, and the keys were still in his pocket.
Even from a distance he could see the blonde was asleep inside. “Who's that sleeping in my car?” he wondered, and he hesitated for a minute, but knew he had to act fast. Then he pulled the keys from his pocket, bending slightly over the sleeping young woman, and jingled them next to her ear. She woke with a start and screamed, which made Vinny drop the keys on her lap. She screamed again as he lunged toward her, and catching him off balance, she forced the door open, knocking Vinny flat on his back. She struggled to her feet, scratched him with her fingernails and bruised him with her heels, then ran straight to her Civic, her gold locks flying.
Vinny sure hated to lose that sale, Tony and Tommy ate the donuts, and the blonde couldn't bear to ever come back again.
Copyright 2007© Debbi Randall. All rights reserved.
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