I wait for the man to speak, my fingers crossed in the hope that he will be the last I deal with. I need to close this deal already.
He nods his head, somehow giving me some hope that he takes away the moment he speaks. "I would be lying if I said I don't idolize this automobile. It is beautiful, in good shape, still new, and well-kept, but I just can't afford it for now."
My heart sinks at his last words.
I am conversing with yet another buyer, and I am worried things are not going well. Aside from that, I abhor his nonchalant attitude toward me. Anyway, I am prepared to put up with his unpleasant dickheadedness for the purpose for which I am doing this. Maybe we can come to an understanding, as I am in desperate need and I have a feeling that my Porsche has his interest. That is if he
