So Marc has been in the car biz for like eva. Aside from a few short other selling gigs and a couple days there where he fancied himself a professional gambler straight out of college this is what he does. It's not an easy business. Just keeping the lights on in the place month to month is a huge undertaking. People don't realize this. They just think, 'they all wanna rob ya blind.' As many of you know, Marc is like the nicest person alive. I'm not just saying that cause he's my husband, it's the truth. He would do anything for anybody. He fixes things, not just broken things, but things. If my friends get in trouble or something happens, they usually call him before me. Sometimes to break the news to me and sometimes to help them. While this is an amazing trait, it's hard, given his business. He deals with many lovely people, but twice as many, uh, how should I say.... not so lovely people. And the things people say and do is utterly unbelievable. I'm not kidding, he comes home with stories that just make me shake my head. People expect a whole lot for nothing. Loan me a car, drop me off a car, find me the exact car I want for five dollars a month. All these things he does without thinking. He doesn't mind any of it. It's just part of the deal. It's always me that says, "Did they say thank you?" Usually the answer is a shaking head no. Thank yous go a long way.
Okay, none of that is funny. The funny part is what goes on in the dealership. People are just friggin' crazy. They will have full out fights with each other. Kids running around like it's a playground. People making out in the waiting room, to the point where no one else feels comfortable sitting there. NOT THAT THERE"S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THIS but Marc has seen more strangers boobs as they breast feed in front of him than anyone in the world. It's to the point of funny, he could get a place in the world records book and NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT but it makes him soooo uncomfortable, which is his right. Right? So last night he comes home and he's like, "I got a really good one for you." I am intrigued, "What? Tell me." I demand. He starts telling me about this woman who is in there buying a car off my friend, a salesperson, Heather. The woman is in her early 40's, relatively attractive, has on the whole 'I hate it here' armour. So Heather gets her the car, does her whole job and Marc is helping her with something at the end. This woman tells him, "I hate car salespeople." Marc says, "I hate you." I''m just kidding. I said that. Marc really says, "Well, let's just try to make this as pleasant for you as possible." Then the woman says to him, and I'm not making this up, ask Marc, she says, "Hey, where's the bathroom? That bran muffin I ate on the turnpike has just kicked in." Oh yes she did.