It’s hot, Too damn hot to be in this cheep suit, he thinks to himself as he leans against the large glass window, pulling out another Marlboro Red. Its Saturday, a day that usually means a lot of potential buyers. But in Charleston, SC, in mid July, it just means the hottest day of the year. Adam puts the smoke between his lips and looks through the window inside the dealership at the brand new Camaro. Wishing he could afford one he thinks about the engagement ring hidden under his spare tire in his trunk, the one he bought with the commission from the Camaro he just sold two weeks ago. Adam lights the smoke and looks out at the balloons by the road, the ones he spent 2 hours filling earlier that morning. He can’t help but think how corny they look. But he supposed they fit perfectly with the cheep suits, greasy hair and high pressure that comes with a car dealership.
“There’s an Up [customer].” Says Jessie, a fat worthless human being. Adam doesn’t know how Jessie got this job but was sure he wouldn’t be around much longer. “I just lit my Cigarette, it’s your rotation anyway,” but Jessie was already walking inside saying something about having to take a shit. Adam throws down the smoke and rubs it out with his new black dress shoes. He steps out of the protection of the shade and into the searing heat. The heats not so bad, it’s the humidity. Adam felt like was back in Iraq with the pants and long sleeve shirts mandated, making the heat worse. The only difference is he was once defending freedom, now his job is to manipulate, deceive and essentially steel.
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As he approached the woman who was out of her car and looking into windows of the cheaper cars already, Adam went through the very standard, very rehearsed dialogue in his head. The interaction was brief. She was a recently divorced single mother, here with her sister, looking for something reliable. They test drove a few cars and found one she liked. Convinced he had her in a car she would work for, Adam lead her to the building. He was very careful to remember all his “ruthless salesman” training and lead her without looking back. He even went against his personal morals and didn’t hold the door open for her on the way in.
In his office he was able to start the trawling process. With a shuffle of papers and polite formalities Adam was able to come to an conclusion as to what she would be willing to pay, and what she would be able to pay. He took this information to Chris, the floor manager. Chris is an alpha dog, charismatic and evil, the perfect car salesman. Maybe a cokehead, or just naturally manic, neither would surprise Adam. Chris once told him that he used to be a thief, stealing cars, holding people up and the like. But now he robs people with a four square and a pen, “gimmie all your money!” Adam thought that was funny and almost true. Chris tells Adam to entertain the lady while he runs a credit check, 5-10 minutes tops.
Back in his office he talks to the lady the same way he has learned to talk to so many other newlyweds, teens, seniors, and business professionals interested in buying a car. He half listens and fully engages facial expression, learned by watching Chris. So as the lady is telling about her 7 year old daughter, financial situation, and dead beat ex-husband, Adam is looking at the new cards he just got in. The ones on his desk, the ones that say Marathon Chevrolet: Adam Scott, Sales Consultant. He lets his mind fall back on his car trunk and why he got this job in the first place. Just out of the Army, he was smoking weed living with his girlfriend, collecting unemployment. Adam needed to contribute, he needed to contribute to society. So he took any job he could, and decided early on to engage 100 percent in whatever he was going to do. But to succeed in selling cars, you need to lie a little.
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The lady in front of Adam seemed to notice the lack of attentiveness and so he started asking some more personal questions and found that he actually kind of liked her. There was something familiar about her. And even though he was in the position of power, or mediator as he tried to convey, he felt a sense of loyalty to her. He began to notice her perfume and thought about how pungent it was, but in an appropriate way. The lady was in her late 30s, worked 2 full times jobs and had a third scattered in. Her daughter was smart; warranted a private school, she took a public bus to get her there. She needed a car. Adam only realized he was lost in the conversation when the phone between them shot to life making them both jump, it was the receptionist and Chris needed to see Adam.
“She is what we like to call a bankruptcy waiting to happen.” Chris said. “Bottom line, she needs a co-signer.” Adam had already been asking her about the possibility of a co-signer but she said she had no one. “Send her home then. If she gets a co-sign then have her comeback. Go catch another Up.”
Adam pulls up the number from the computer in front of him. He loosens his tie thinking again about how he can be wearing these ridiculous cloths. He smells his shoulder to see if the stale cigarette smell is still lingering around him, it is. He thinks about switching back to Copenhagen so he wouldn’t smell so bad, but then he would have a bottle for dip spit everywhere, or have to swallow. Maybe not. During the cigarette break Adam spent 7 or 8 minutes with Karen, an older black lady that has been selling cars for longer than he’s been alive.
“Your genuine Adam, that’s why you’re so good at selling cars. Your youth is refreshing and you haven’t lost your soul yet.” She was referring of course to the last couple of months, although Adam was one of the newest guys there he held top salesman for the last 11 weeks in a row. He rolled this conversation over in his head as he grabbed the phone and began to dial the number of the lady from last week, the one who had obtained a co-signer but still was unable to get approved for a car. But Adam was excited to tell the lady that he had the perfect car for her, in her price range and reliable.
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The lady answered, “Hello?” -“TEAS ON THE TAAAYBULL! HAY CUTIE!”- It was Jessie’s boisterous ignorant southern voice from just outside the office, he was making an inside joke yelling at one of other salesmen with questionable morals. The joke was in reference to Chris Hansen’s To Catch a Predator, it meant there was an attractive underage girl on the lot.
“Jesus.” Adam mumbles as he swings his black leather chair around to slam the door shut, crashing back in his seat he continues the conversation with the lady. They set up to meet the next day.
The lady was in the Adam’s office with her daughter this time, they took the bus. Adam smiled at the young girl and she smiled back. “See the thing is ma’am, in order to finalize the transaction the creditor needs 1,000 dollars down.” As he says this he thinks of Sam, the finance coordinator in the back room who just said that without a down payment we break even on the transaction. “Ok Adam, I can do that.” The lady trusts him, and he knows that. He feel like in all the deceit he might be doing a good thing. He stands up and realizes what it is about this lady he likes so much, she kind of reminds him of his own, single mother.
He walks up to Chris with a large manila envelope signifying a sale is ready to be finalized. “Great Adam, now what I need you to do is go back in there and get another grand in cash and put her in that car.” Chris points to the new trade-in that just arrived, obviously worth less than the one they had her in. Adam knows that defying will cost him his job, at least put him on probation. But hesitation, Adam freezes for a moment. “If you can’t, I WILL get someone in there who can.” Adam assures Chris he can and will.
He walks back in the office and is meet with the hopeful glaze of a beautiful, broken family. The next half an hour is a blur to Adam. He does what he is supposed to; test drive, new papers and forms, and the last thing, the extra down payment. When all is said and done Adam lives up to his reputation and closes the deal. Bold faced lies. Adam started to think he was so good because he was a genuine liar, with no remorse or empathy.
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Its midnight. Adam’s girlfriend is at work till dusk, and he sits on the couch with the 13th empty bud light can in one hand and his pay check in the other. He drops the can on the floor where is collects with a couple others, and he thumbs his 40 dollar tie clip. Worth it? He looks down at the lady’s transaction on his summary of pay, $422.35. $222.35 more than he would have gotten without the down payments. Adam wipes a forming tear out of the corner of his eye. No, not worth it. He thinks of his mom, and how she worked 3 jobs just so he could have name brand macaroni and cheese, and new school clothes every year. How she worked hard and told him never to steal what he wanted, but to earn it. He really had made the decision the moment the lady left the car lot, but was saying it out loud now, “I am going to quit.”
And the next day, very hung over, that’s just what he did.