While at the mall the other evening my child and I decided to take a look-see at some of the new vehicles that were being displayed throughout the concourse. Lovely, lovely, shiny new vehicles.
Since last week’s catalytic converter issue and proceeding emptying of my wallet, I have been thinking about getting a new vehicle. I am particularly fond of Volkswagon Passat Wagons (yep, a wagon – because I’ve got to make room for the dog boys, don’tcha know). Ever since I read Allison’s post about her Volkswagon and it’s purple dashlights I’ve been convinced that I must have one.
Lo and behold, as we were walking around the concourse my eyes focused on a spectacular site – a luscious green VW Passat Wagon. We strolled over, eyeing it lovingly. We stood in front of it for several moments oooing and ahhing. I got in and sat, and admired, and sat a bit longer. My daughter said, “Oh, can we get it? Pleeeease?” It was brand new so I knew there was no way in hell I could afford it so I said to her, “Probably not this one, but something similar”. And then it happened. The salesman spied us and swooped in for the kill (or so I thought). But no, this was no ordinary salesman because he opened his mouth and this is what came out: “Wishful thinking, huh?” My jaw dropped. I couldn’t speak. Why on earth would anyone say such a thing? Especially a salesman! I figured it was best that I not engage him any further as I didn’t want my child to witness her mother sputtering profanities in the middle of the mall. She saw “the look” in my eye and she gets frightened when momma starts to get enraged, so I glared at him as I grabbed my daughter’s arm and stormed away.
Of course, his remark got the child thinking and the conversation went something like this:
Child: “Mom, what did he mean, ‘wishful thinking’?”
Mom: “Well, honey, it appears that the gentleman had ESP and he could tell that I don’t have enough money to buy that particular car so he thought he’d be a smartass and tell me something I already knew.”
Child: “Huh, he’s an imbecile and…and a jackass.”
From now on I’m just going to let her handle situations such as these. I think the shock value from hearing a 9 yr. old utter those words would have been far more priceless than any comeback I would have hurled his way.