He could’ve said, “Wrong number.” He doesn’t.
“Yes,” he replies calmly.
He pauses just a moment, playing along.
“What’s the price?”
“Fifteen hundred.”
“Well,” he says, “if you love it that much, go for it.”
Most people would stop there. But she’s just getting started.
“And I stopped by the Mercedes dealership too. Saw one I adore. Price is sixty thousand, and since we need to trade in the BMW…”
“For that price,” he says, “make sure it’s fully loaded.”
Heads turn. People pretend not to listen, but of course, they are. This is far more entertaining than any golf gossip.
“How much?” he asks, fully committed.
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