The Car Salesman
THE CAR SALESMAN
It's hot, Too damn hot to be in this cheep suit, he thinks to himself as he leans against the large glass window, pulling out another Marlboro Red. Its Saturday, a day that usually means a lot of potential buyers. But in Charleston, SC, in mid July, it just means the hottest day of the year. Adam puts the smoke between his lips and looks through the window inside the dealership at the brand new Camaro. Wishing he could afford one he thinks about the engagement ring hidden under his spare tire in his trunk, the one he bought with the commission from the Camaro he just sold two weeks ago. Adam lights the smoke and looks out at the balloons by the road, the ones he spent 2 hours filling earlier that morning. He can't help but think how corny they look. But he supposed they fit perfectly with the cheep suits, greasy hair and high pressure that comes with a car dealership. "There's an Up [customer]." Says Jessie, a fat worthless human being. Adam doesn’t know how Jessie got this job but was sure he wouldn't be around much longer. "I just lit my Cigarette, it's your rotation anyway," but Jessie was already walking inside saying something about having to take a shit. Adam throws down the smoke and rubs it out with his new black dress shoes. He steps out of the protection of the shade and into the searing heat. The heats not so bad, it’s the humidity. Adam felt like was back in Iraq with the pants and long sleeve shirts mandated, making the heat worse. The only difference is he was once defending freedom, now his job is to manipulate, deceive and essentially steel. As he approached the woman who was out of her car and looking into windows of the cheaper cars already, Adam went through the very standard, very rehearsed dialogue in his head. The interaction was brief. She was a recently divorced single mother, here with her sister, looking for something reliable. They test drove a few cars and found one she liked. Convinced he had
It's hot, Too damn hot to be in this cheep suit, he thinks to himself as he leans against the large glass window, pulling out another Marlboro Red. Its Saturday, a day that usually means a lot of potential buyers. But in Charleston, SC, in mid July, it just means the hottest day of the year. Adam puts the smoke between his lips and looks through the window inside the dealership at the brand new Camaro. Wishing he could afford one he thinks about the engagement ring hidden under his spare tire in his trunk, the one he bought with the commission from the Camaro he just sold two weeks ago. Adam lights the smoke and looks out at the balloons by the road, the ones he spent 2 hours filling earlier that morning. He can't help but think how corny they look. But he supposed they fit perfectly with the cheep suits, greasy hair and high pressure that comes with a car dealership. "There's an Up [customer]." Says Jessie, a fat worthless human being. Adam doesn’t know how Jessie got this job but was sure he wouldn't be around much longer. "I just lit my Cigarette, it's your rotation anyway," but Jessie was already walking inside saying something about having to take a shit. Adam throws down the smoke and rubs it out with his new black dress shoes. He steps out of the protection of the shade and into the searing heat. The heats not so bad, it’s the humidity. Adam felt like was back in Iraq with the pants and long sleeve shirts mandated, making the heat worse. The only difference is he was once defending freedom, now his job is to manipulate, deceive and essentially steel. As he approached the woman who was out of her car and looking into windows of the cheaper cars already, Adam went through the very standard, very rehearsed dialogue in his head. The interaction was brief. She was a recently divorced single mother, here with her sister, looking for something reliable. They test drove a few cars and found one she liked. Convinced he had