We were in the car discussing
light fixtures for a home we will never live in when the thought
drifted by - this feels more like a date than a test drive. Back at the
dealership a buddy of his suggested I take the car home for an extended
test drive since I couldn't decide if I wanted the car enough to buy
it. After my salesman left some of the guys he works with asked if I
was coming out for drinks. The next time I saw him we went for another
drive. During lunch he asked if I had
decided which car I was going to buy. When I told him I wasn't sure he
made sure I knew that the Honda I was considering was attractively
priced.
The only people a salesman knows are current customers and future
buyers. Still I'm listening to his voice noticing how many different
colors I can pick out in his eyes. He was there to try and sell
something. I had to remember that even though a deeper part of me
wanted there to be something more. I like his friends and the people he
works with. Based on the way they
refused to let me pay for anything when we went out I think they like
me however I know that we have no future together. Driving is a calculated risk. Millions of people die in
auto accidents every day. I took my car keys from his outstretched hand
thinking a seven minute test drive can be more dangerous than the roads that will eventually take me home.