“I’ll tell you what, you buy this baby and I’ll throw in a year of free maintenance, wait scratch that — two years! Not biting? How about I slash the price in half? Still not interested? I’ll tell you what, let me get on the phone with my buddies at the bank, they’ll tie this up in a bow so beautiful you won’t be able to resist!”
Glen Hardsell held the phone up to his ear without even turning it on.
“Yeah? You can! This is great. I’ll tell her right away.” He placed the phone back into his pocket and turned to his customer with a smirk. “You can have the car for a fraction of the price! It’ll be practically free!”
“Glenn, hunny,” she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know the dealership is closed right now but you need to stop trying to sell me my own car every morning.”