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The first three dealerships of the day reminded Sage firmly of why she disliked the vast majority of the world's population. There was a special place in Hell for car salesmen. Fortunately, her companion for the day was more even-tempered than she. And far more enthusiastic. She happily let Misha talk to the smarmy salesmen while she listened and compared notes on the different vehicles.
There was, occasionally, something to be said for using a human shield.
It wasn't all bad. The test drives were pleasant enough with only the two of them. No sales chatter to distract. Just the hum of an engine, shifting gears, and occasional conversation. When they encountered a particularly aggravating salesman on their last dealership, Sage decided it was time for a break.
There was a small Italian restaurant that had caught her eye in passing. She even asked Darlene -- politely -- if she'd mind locating it with her GPS. See? She could be polite when necessary. Just not when shopping.
"After lunch, we'll visit the last two?" And then she'd signal her surrender by writing some slimy bastard a check.
There was, occasionally, something to be said for using a human shield.
It wasn't all bad. The test drives were pleasant enough with only the two of them. No sales chatter to distract. Just the hum of an engine, shifting gears, and occasional conversation. When they encountered a particularly aggravating salesman on their last dealership, Sage decided it was time for a break.
There was a small Italian restaurant that had caught her eye in passing. She even asked Darlene -- politely -- if she'd mind locating it with her GPS. See? She could be polite when necessary. Just not when shopping.
"After lunch, we'll visit the last two?" And then she'd signal her surrender by writing some slimy bastard a check.
