Used Truck Shopping with Jeff

I got to go to lunch with my brother Jeff on Saturday.  We sat, we ate, we chatted, we laughed.  Pretty much an overall good time. 

As we finished up, he asked, "So, you wanna go look at trucks with me?"  (He had asked me this on Friday and I responded with a question of my own: "Is the truck for you, or are you trying to get in my dad's good graces by convincing me to get a truck?"  My dad would keel over with an aneurism if I were to purchase a truck.)  Lucky for me, and my dad's state of health, it was for Jeff.

Being the incredibly awesome sister that I am, I agreed to go along for the ride.  Besides, when I get around to some car shopping of my own, guess who I'm dragging along so that the car salesman doesn't try to pull one over on me because I'm a woman?  That's right, my brother Jeff.

At first, he just drove thru a couple of lots eyeballing what they had in the used truck department.  At the Nissan dealer, we actually got out of his vehicle and looked thru the windows of a couple of Titans.  He wasn't amused with the asking price, so we moved on.

We soon found ourselves at the Larry H. Miller used car lot in Sandy.  Up to this point, I'd been pretty good.  No smart remarks, no making any salesmen cry, not being obnoxious, that sort of thing.  Not so when we hit the LHM lot.  Oh, no.  I had met my "being good" quota for the day.

This is where we met innocent little unsuspecting 21 year old Evan.  He had no clue what he was in for when the two of us appeared on his lot and he came knocking on Jeff's car window.  Poor chump!

He started showing Jeff some trucks.  The first one was all scratched up, and I made sure to point this out.  The second one smelled like cigarette smoke.  Again, I made my opinion known.  The third one was trashed and my comment was, "your Tahoe is SO much nicer than this." 

As we continued walking thru the lot, I looked at Jeff and said, "I don't trust a car salesman that wears clown shoes.  Look at his shoes!  They totally look like clown shoes."  Jeff was cracking up.

Evan finally shows Jeff a Nissan Titan.  He gets the keys so Jeff can take it for a spin.  As we climb into the truck, Evan makes sure to point out the fact that the truck had just been detailed.  Uh, I found a picture of someone's kid in the glovebox, it didn't get detailed very thoroughly, I'd say.

Then, Jeff puts down the center console and low and behold, there's a booger on it.  A booger!  I start squeeling about there being a booger on the console.  Jeff's saying, "Oh, man! There's a booger!"  Evan reaches over and swipes the booger up with his finger and proceeds to try and explain it away as wax.  Yah, right!  I totally didn't buy it.  From then on out, I just couldn't let the whole booger incident drop.  (I mostly kept bringing it up just because I knew it was bugging Evan.  If he hadn't kept trying to defend it as wax, I totally would've dropped it.)

After a trip down I-15, we go back to the lot to discuss numbers.  Evan's manager comes out to our table and gives Jeff the numbers.  Jeff tells him that he can't buy it today.  He's just looking and figuring stuff out.  So, of course the manager pushes and wants to know what it'll take for Jeff to drive away in the Titan today.  Jeff said, "Look.  I can't buy today.  I've got to get my wife's approval."  (I had not been introduced to the manager.)  The manager just looks at me like "you're sitting right here.  Aren't you going to let your husband get this truck?"  Jeff sees the manager eyeing me and says, "No.  That's my girlfriend.  My wife's at work and I have to get her approval."  The poor guy's jaw dropped so fast to the floor I didn't think he'd ever be able to pick it back up.  I quickly put him out of his misery by explaining that I was really Jeff's sister.  Jeff and I could not stop laughing over that one.

Needless to say, Jeff did not leave there with a new truck, and I'm pretty sure if the two of us ever tried to venture to that particular car lot again, we'd be banned.