The Case Of The Elusive Car Salesman :: essays research papers

     I was pacing around Lexington, waiting for my local mechanic to finish thelatest repairs on my 77 Chevy Impala. My names Yesterday, Sam Yesterday.It was hot in Lexington, by that is not uncommon for mid-July. Id had agood several months, and I was in good financial order for the first timesince I bought that Impala back in 1977. That railroad political machine had served me well, butlately it had been failing. Maybe it was time for a trade, I thought so Iwalked over to the nearest friendly (sort of) car dealership.     As soon as I set foot on the shiny showroom floor, it seized me. It was the virtually beautiful thing I had ever seen. A sparkling combination of steel,leather, electronics, and a very large engine. The muscle car had beenrevitalized in the course of a 1995 Chevy Impala SS. It was sleek, resemblingthe type of car Darth Vader would drive. I grabbed the nearest salesman,hopped into the body hugging leather bucket, fired up the 275 bhp. LT1 engineand took off. As the 6-speaker CD stereo belted out Aerosmith the poorsalesman tried to sell me a car that had already sold itself. I had fallen inlove, it was the only car that I had loved since that 77 Impala. It had anengine large enough to satisfy my primitive need for power, an image thatscreamed "Hey you with the radar gun See if you can get me" Granted, itwas heavy, it had watery boat-like handling, and drank gas like my UncleBubba drinks beer. Still, I loved it. It wasnt Japanese, German, Korean, orotherwise. It was a big hunk of purebred, American muscle car, dammit.     I picked out a becoming shiny new one, called the bank and drove home in my newwheels. I decided to spring for all the bells and whistles leather, CDplayer, alarm system, keyless entry, and so forth I figured that if this car wasgoing to run as long as my last Impala it should be well-equipped.     As I was admiring the view from my piece in the Financial Center, the phonerang. I answered and was greeted by a rather hysterical woman named Dianewho thought that she had been cheated by her car dealership.     "That evil Car salesman has kidnaped my car" she explained.     I calmed her down and asked what happened.     "Well, Larry, the salesman, picked up my Lexus for servicing, just as usual.Also as usual, he left a more expensive car as a loaner. Later in the day,