Making the Sale

Alone, but surrounded by a hundred other cars like me. Each of us hoping and praying, to find the right owner. Other cars tell me if they don’t like a prospective buyer then they act up, cough and sputter, refuse to turn properly.

I miss the good old days. I miss Nancy and Toby. Alright well, Toby did pee in me once, but he was only two and he soaked his diaper right through. I miss their giggles, I miss them kicking the back of my seats and falling asleep with their heads nestled on my window frames.

I still have their gum tucked under my seats, their shiny little baby hairs have found their way into the very depths of my upholstery.

I have waited so long and now a nice lady wants to drive me, she has a baby with her and she loads the baby seat in.

I drive so nicely, turn beautifully, accelerate smoothly. She is impressed.

That idiot salesman is giving her the runaround. I wish she had brought a man with her, this idiot is trying to take advantage of her. The sun is going down, she goes home. The lights in the lot are shut off. I wait, hoping for a miracle.

The next day, a young aggressive teen gives me a test drive. I began to stall… he lost interest in me.

Late in the day the lady is back, with her Dad. Again, I drive beautifully. The Dad is in no mood for the idiot’s games. He strikes a deal. I see them shaking hands! I am so happy! Baby giggles! La la made-up baby songs! Silly car games! So much better than the sexy ladies who drive while applying makeup and sell their car when something sexier to drive comes along.

So much better than an owner who has dreams of Nascar.

I am so happy I silently vow to myself to give it my all, try to not break down in an unsafe location, to faithfully start every morning. I managed to kick out the nest of baby spiders forming in the glove box, when the lady checked the heater on me I saw my chance to vaporize them.

I am the family car who can’t wait to be part of their family. I am ready to go!