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This isn't my story, it's something I remember being told a few years ago and thought I'd pass along. The car sales thread made me think about it, but this didn't really fit in with the vein of the main thread.
I remember being told a story about a gentleman who went to buy a new car. The story goes, that this man pulled up in a beat up old pick-up truck; dressed in workboots and overalls. All of them stained rather seriously with mud, oil, and what not. He looked, as the title suggests, like a farmer.
When he arrived, one of the younger salesmen went out to speak to him, asking what he was in the market for, to which the man replied, that he was looking for a new car. The salesman took one look at the man and then his truck before just nodding. Walking around the lot, time and time again the man was directed to cheaper cars. Used cars typically, but never the "new" car he wanted. Eventually the man just asked to look at this new car. Now I forget the type of car, but it was a really expensive one. The salesman walked him over, made a few comments about how the man really didn't want that, and they had some fine vehicles over on the used lot.
The old gentleman didn't say much then, just looking around some before looking back out into the lot. About this time, the salesman went over to his sales manager to talk. I don't know what was said, but I can guess that it revolved around this old guy's look, his truck, and whether he had any money or not.
After a few minutes the guy sighed. "I think," he said. "I've made up my mind." This perked up the salesman, maybe he'd get a good used sale off this guy. "So, you want the..." he said, listing whatever cheap truck they had looked at. "Nope." the old man stated, reaching into his pocket. "I wanted this one..." He withdrew a THICK roll of bills and began to count. All told he had around seventy five t housand dollars on him. Making sure the saleman and manager saw, he added. "I said I wanted a new car, and you didn't give me the chance. I think, I'll take my business elsewhere."
In a spit of poetic justice, it was the next day that it had come out that this gentleman had won the state lottery for around one hundred and fifty million dollars.
I wonder if the salesman and manger kept their jobs....
I remember being told a story about a gentleman who went to buy a new car. The story goes, that this man pulled up in a beat up old pick-up truck; dressed in workboots and overalls. All of them stained rather seriously with mud, oil, and what not. He looked, as the title suggests, like a farmer.
When he arrived, one of the younger salesmen went out to speak to him, asking what he was in the market for, to which the man replied, that he was looking for a new car. The salesman took one look at the man and then his truck before just nodding. Walking around the lot, time and time again the man was directed to cheaper cars. Used cars typically, but never the "new" car he wanted. Eventually the man just asked to look at this new car. Now I forget the type of car, but it was a really expensive one. The salesman walked him over, made a few comments about how the man really didn't want that, and they had some fine vehicles over on the used lot.
The old gentleman didn't say much then, just looking around some before looking back out into the lot. About this time, the salesman went over to his sales manager to talk. I don't know what was said, but I can guess that it revolved around this old guy's look, his truck, and whether he had any money or not.
After a few minutes the guy sighed. "I think," he said. "I've made up my mind." This perked up the salesman, maybe he'd get a good used sale off this guy. "So, you want the..." he said, listing whatever cheap truck they had looked at. "Nope." the old man stated, reaching into his pocket. "I wanted this one..." He withdrew a THICK roll of bills and began to count. All told he had around seventy five t housand dollars on him. Making sure the saleman and manager saw, he added. "I said I wanted a new car, and you didn't give me the chance. I think, I'll take my business elsewhere."
In a spit of poetic justice, it was the next day that it had come out that this gentleman had won the state lottery for around one hundred and fifty million dollars.
I wonder if the salesman and manger kept their jobs....
Losers. I hope they learned their lesson!!!!!!!! 
I AM the evil bastard!
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