DariusMaglione had just opened his car dealership, Maglione's Motors, in Detroit.  He told me he wanted me to do him a favor.  He wanted to know if his new salesmen were doing a good job.  He wanted me to go in, purchase a car, and give him my honest opinion of the customer service.  One thing he demanded from the staff was not to be pushy or get too personal.  In return for my valued opinion, I get to keep the car I selected. 

Walking into a dealership showroom, the scent of new leather and polished chrome was in the air. I purposely wore blue jeans, my hair in a ponytail, and a cap.  Salesmen in sharp suits greeted me with a smile, but gave me time. An almost lime green Chevrolet Biscayne caught my eye, and I stopped to admire it when the salesman approached me.

Good afternoon, Ma’am. my is Roland, he politely shook my hand. What you’re looking at here isn’t just a car; it’s the future on four wheels. This is a 1955 Chevrolet Biscayne, a dream car built for tomorrow’s roads, but ready to turn heads today. When those windows roll down, it’s like the whole world opens up.

Ma’am, may I ask your name? I told him my name was Rain. He opened the car door.

Look inside MsRain, you’ll find a dash that looks like it came straight from a luxury airliner. Every control at your fingertips, each detail styled with care. And the view? That wraparound windshield gives you sunlight, the skyline, and everything in between. No matter where you go MsRain, the Biscayne says, ‘This woman has taste and she knows where she’s going.’

I was already pretty much sold on the Biscayne but wanted to know what he knew about Darius’s line of luxury cars. 

This is a very nice-looking car, but do you have any luxury cars?  Well, our friendly demeanor diminished when he looked at me and told me he didn’t think I could afford them.  He was so fired.

After some choice words, I asked for another salesperson.   Henry introduced himself and then escorted me upstairs to the luxury cars.  Henry treated me like he knew I had all the money in the world. What a beautiful fleet Darius had showcased. I admired and sat in a Mercedes-Benz 300 SL and a Ferrari 375MM.  The Ferrari 375MM was tempting, but I couldn’t do that to Darius.  Plus, I don’t drive myself that much.

I told Henry that the Biscayne was the apple of my eye, which I wanted to purchase, and for Roland to go to hell. 

We went into the office to finalize the sale.  He asked me how I would like to pay for the car.  I told him Mr. DariusMaglione could be taking care of it and to please have him deliver it to Legendary Reliable Cargo Transport, Middlebelt Road Wayne County Airport, Hangar 11, so it can to flown to Los Angeles.

I just watched his mouth drop.