Going in to work on the Saturday of any holiday weekend blows, especially when I have Riley and Reagan. Oh well, no pity party for me, gotta make deals regardless. Before I left though I had to have a little man to son talk this morning. As I was sipping coffee I witnessed Riley walking around in his PJ’s. No big deal, normally, but as I took it all in I thought, yep now is the time. So we had a talk about pajama bottoms are cool but a t-shirt for the top but not matching look. He just looked to big in that style PJ’s, long story short he understood and agreed.
Now I’m at work, we have sold 2 units so far which is kind of slow compared to normal weekends. We sold 5 last year on the Saturday of Memorial Day Weekend. The cloudy, gloomy look outside won’t make it easy to beat 5, but we will find a way.
This job is way too fun and creates its own humor. As I type, we are working a deal with a guy who wants to trade in his Delorean for a Harley-Davidson and thinks we should trade even up. Bahahahahahhaha. This thing is so ratty it is hilarious, check out the plates.
- I think that is the flux capacitor?
Finally, getting some more sales rolling writing up numbers 3, 4 and 5. I had sat in my office for over an hour with no action, just moved to the tent under HotShots and all the sudden we are working more deals. As an old baseball superstitious person, I guess I’m out here for a while until things slow back down.
So on my way to Riley’s game in Breese, IL what do I see? Yeah a pickup truck with tons of deer skulls in the bed. And they wonder how they get this backwoods reputation. My ex-wife moved my kids here and it is yet another reason we never were a match, ever!
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