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Early in my car salesman phase of life, I was wandering the lot with a family looking for their new family truckster. This was a slam dunk deal if there ever was one. Just had to find the right car, which wouldn't be hard at all.
Was getting along fabulously with husband and their three young kids, but was struggling to connect with momma. She was clearly the decision maker, the hubbies bluster was all show.
But I knew I had a hole card to get mom and I on common ground before the money discussion began. She was about 28 months pregnant. No, really. I swear! Elephants pop faster than this gal. She had a slender everything everywhere except for a belly shelf that could simultaneously hold three bowls of ice cream in a sitting. My biggest worry with this deal was whether she would go into labor during the test drive.
"When's your baby due?"
"What baby?"
"Yea, good one. No really. I'l bet you are ready for this baby to see the world."
"I'm not pregnant!", she said, with more than a little exasperation and indignation....
Oh shit. I excused myself, walked into the showroom and took a seat. The veteran salesmen knew this was a deal waiting to happen, and wandered over to see why I was reclining on a seat rather than working a deal.
"It a deal alright, but not with her and me. Go show them that red Ford and and that white Chrysler over there, then have them drive that blue Chevy in the fifth row. That's the car they are looking for."
Thirty minutes later the deal was done, and everyone was smiling except me - because my presumptions and big mouth cost me half of a real good commission.
Just a suggestion, for one of my favorites on this board.
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