A Disappointing Sale
Used to sell cars, it was a few years back.
I sported a tie, white shirt, and of course dress slacks.
It's good to know what's on the showroom floor.
Answer a customers question wrongly, they'll race to the door.
Knowledge is key, with a ton more of tact.
Lying sometimes, yeah, I've done it, that's fact.
Agreeing upon numbers, pen pointing to bottom line.
All that matters, is you get them to sign.
A hard fought sale, numbers juggled a bunch.
This guy got a deal, that's my salesman's hunch.
Delivery's been made, car rolls off the lot.
Will my commission be high, yeah right...probably not.
Copyright © Kenneth Brenner | Year Posted 2019
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