The Pink Bed
The Pink LampHere I sit in a lovely pink bed. Staring at pink walls. Cocking my head to the side and contemplating a pink lamp. Shaking from too much Red Bull. In a house belonging to people I don't know. In a town I've been to only once before. Grand Junction, Colorado- what an exciting place.
So what does this all mean? It means I sold a car to some people vacationing in St. George and somehow committed to driving a Murano 400 miles in the middle of the night to their home. It's funny. They offered to have us (me and Ricardo- the other salesman involved) stay at their home. I tried talking my manager into paying for a hotel room, but, the car business being what it is, they need to save cost wherever possible, so I find myself here, now, sitting in a pink bed, blogging on my iPhone at 2 AM.
Have you ever offered someone some of your delicious lunch because it was a nice gesture to make but secretly hoped the offered party would turn you down, simply appreciating the gesture made? I think I'm the offered party. The difference is that my manager whispered in my ear "Take the lunch, if you don't, you're going HUNGY". Son of a bitch. Now I'm in a pink bed, eating these poor bastard's lunch.
Don't get me wrong. They are very nice people. And the pink bed is quite comfortable. And the pink walls are quite lovely. And I enjoy contemplating the pink lamp. I just don't want to be the weird bastard in the basement, sleeping in the pink room, eating someone else's delicious lunch.
I'll make sure I don't get crumbs in the bed. Good Night.
So what does this all mean? It means I sold a car to some people vacationing in St. George and somehow committed to driving a Murano 400 miles in the middle of the night to their home. It's funny. They offered to have us (me and Ricardo- the other salesman involved) stay at their home. I tried talking my manager into paying for a hotel room, but, the car business being what it is, they need to save cost wherever possible, so I find myself here, now, sitting in a pink bed, blogging on my iPhone at 2 AM.
Have you ever offered someone some of your delicious lunch because it was a nice gesture to make but secretly hoped the offered party would turn you down, simply appreciating the gesture made? I think I'm the offered party. The difference is that my manager whispered in my ear "Take the lunch, if you don't, you're going HUNGY". Son of a bitch. Now I'm in a pink bed, eating these poor bastard's lunch.
Don't get me wrong. They are very nice people. And the pink bed is quite comfortable. And the pink walls are quite lovely. And I enjoy contemplating the pink lamp. I just don't want to be the weird bastard in the basement, sleeping in the pink room, eating someone else's delicious lunch.
I'll make sure I don't get crumbs in the bed. Good Night.
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