If you have ever been to a car dealership in South Florida, you know they can leave a bad taste in your mouth. As soon as you get into the parking lot someone is waiting, clipboard in hand, wanting your name, phone number and bank balance. Before you know it, there is a salesman shackled to your ankle and you drag him along wherever you go. The only way to get rid of him is to kick and scream and run like hell. You won't be able to get far as he will be calling you....
What a difference buying a car in the smoky mountains!! Chris wanted to buy himself a new truck. We got to the dealership and mossied around some. A slow talking salesman came by to see if we needed any help. Chris showed some interest in this beautiful red truck. The slow talker asked if he wanted to test it out. He wrote down his name and number and handed him the keys and a $5.00 bill and told him to run by the gas station and put some gas in it.
Needless to say, that beauty is sitting in the driveway.
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