About a week after my dog died, my car barely made it to the franchise. It was declared unsafe to drive and the cost of repairs escalated with each inquiry. My aunt, who is a proud Toyota owner, suggested that I check them out. Just look! I was in no mood to waste my time listening to the jabberings of a Car Saleman torturing me with a monotonous monologue. The first words of our introduction to Jack, the Car Saleman, summarized these sentiments: "Let's make this quick. I am not really interested." I could feel a tension headache starting to descend; I felt cornered and claustrophobic. My aunt, in trying to make amends for my lackadaisical attitude, explained to Jack how I had recently lost my cherished dog.
And so it began...
Jack started to tell us about his beloved dog Duke. I looked at the picture Jack has displayed of Duke. Then he told us about his most recently adopted dog. Without realizing it, I had become a captivated audience, wanting to hear more.
When Jack casually asked if I wanted to look at any cars, I found myself no longer reluctant but curiously eager.
Four hours later, I drove home in the first car Jack had showed us!
When I returned to complete everything that the car needed to be done, Jack asked me how I liked my new car. Well, I complained about features not feeling quite like what I had been used to from my old car. Everything I mentioned, he rectified.
The selection, purchase, the whole process was simplified and made possible thru the expertise of your not ordinary Car Saleman, Jack, the fellow dog lover.
A happy ending to new beginnings in my white Toyota Corolla. Thank you Jack!