"Would you be interested in talking about upgrading?" he asked politely as I took a walk around the showroom after several hours of waiting. "You would be amazed at the value of your car on a trade in. We have some 2025 models that are ready and waiting and many, many options for paying. This might be the day to trade up? What year is your car," he asked effortlessly as he pulled out his I pad and I felt the pressure of a novice salesperson who was sent out on a mission.
"Not today," I smiled even though I wanted to talk about the outrageous prices on cars that used to be considered economy cars. The prices on the windows were just scary, I thought. "I'm just looking while I am waiting," I added firmly.
"We will do much better than those prices," he smiled, "do you want to talk about it?
I admit there was a wee bit of me who was bored and would have enjoyed letting this novice practice, but I chose to return to the safety of my book as it might have been hard to contain my conversation to a car when the state of the world seems to be hanging by a thread.
Instead, I listened to the long ago memories, like the neighbor's tiny Volkswagon Beetle and my sister's long ago VW Camper van. They were a safer place to visit, today.
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