"Smooth car". That was my initial thought when saw this whatever it is car. "A yellow...yellow something..." Shaking my head. " Yellow." Hand on face. Biting lip. "Yellow Ferrari. A Yellow, topless, Ferarri."
That when instantly I had a decision to make.
Hard top or convertible.
First questions I thought: "Does it come in hardtop and convertible, or is just a convertible? If does come in both, is the top hard or is made out of leather?"
Mind you, I never once until just now have even inquired about the cost. I couldn't tell you how much I paid for it, but I can tell you that it's more than what I paid. Gas mileage, technology, interior, insurance not at all considered. No need to test drive, not worried about making the payments, 'cause I'm buying this with one signature. The showman is giving me all sorts of details about the history, the tradition, the all that professional type yadder, and all I can really hear him saying is in his mind is: "Great another dreamer." What should I expect, I mean I did just show up to dealership with the 2001 Ford Escort ZX2 my mom gave me, attached to the back of a pickup, dressed like I haven't showered a week days, (at this point I omit that it had only been a few days...like 3 or 4 max) scraggy-ass logo, and ashy as a 'tray in the pub. Wasn't like this was a special event or anything. I don't think that you have to get all dressed up just to go car shopping, plus I kinda figured the car was going to die, I just wanted her to be retired in style. See I drove that car like it was a part of me, my mom gave it to me, so to me was like...no matter what I do in life, I must drive better than her. Because if I crash this car, or mess it up, she'll always be able to say "Remember that time you crashed my car?", and I'd be like "Mom it's been like 5 years since you gave me the car, it's not yours anymore!" and she'd be like, "But I bought it with my hard earned money!", "You wouldn't understand, because you haven't had a job in years."..I'd sigh and say "But mom I have been working on my career." "What career? Oh that again? You've been going on about that dream of yours ever since you were a kid. When are you going to wake up from that fantasy world of yours and get a job? Look at your brother up in Chicago. You know he's got his own firm now. Or like your sister? You know she's taking the bar next week. I can never understand why you are so fixated on doing something you have yet to be good at. Destiny doesn't always match what you dream." I'm thinking: "That is precisely why I have never given up, and will never give up." I say: "I'll always love you Destiny."
As I'm staring at the exhaust of this soon to be mine Yellow Ferrari that I will call "Proof". "Sweet kickass license plate!", I utter under my breathe. >
"Prove it works and I'll make you a millionaire right now." He said to me as we sat the table. "If you can prove it to me, I give you my guarantee, you'll never have to work another day for the rest of your life."
All I could do was stare at the waiter. "By well done, I mean like completely brown but still juicy. What you've brought to me is dry, and you have the audacity to argue with me about the eggs? Scrambled over easy, sea salt, garlic, parsley, and cheese.... Never once did I ask if you were still making breakfast. I just woke up, my stomach is growling, and I've got a contract to sign! By the way, when can I expect the first payment? I don't really care about the total figure, I just want to know how soon I can expect the money." "I am prepared to arrange anything your request while you are making your decision, at no cost to you, without any obligation or agreement on your part aside from assuring me that you give carefully consideration to my offer." He says. Let me make a phone call. ".....No like right now today. Yes, someone is on the way over right now. Yes mom, I do know what time it is. No, I'm not kidding. Anything else that you can think of that right now? I want to make sure that you have everything you want. Okay, okay...I'm working right now. I'll call you in a bit.... Okay..yeah, I love you too" -Click- I hang-up." "A temporary house that I choose when we leave here, a car of my choosing to drive, a credit card with a limit, movers, tow truck, and some Twizzlers." If you can provide those things right now, I'm prepared to make my decision. > "Mr. Williams, sir, is there anything else that you would like to know, would you like to schedule a drive before making an offer on the price?"
"I'm sorry, two things...I didn't hear you mention if it was a hardtop and is there full tank of gas?" "Ye..Yes sir as I mentioned, this is Ferrari's first midengine retractable-hardtop convertible."
"Good. Okay, I'll take the Yellow one. Full tank of gas, I'd hate to run out of gas twice in one night. Oh..and what about my trade? How much any I getting for it?" "Well uh...", Perplexed look on his face. "We here at..uh...sir, I was unaware you were looking to trade in THAT vehicle." "Hmm...okay...what is the price of the Ferrari?, Nah you know what, screw the price...I tell you what, I'll pay $1 dollar cash for it if you'll give me the rest of the cost on the trade, and I'll pay you twice the amount of the sticker." "Excuse me?" He asks.
"The car outside on the tow truck is priceless to me, worth much more to me than this car will in front of me. Shit. I'll pay you a million for the Ferrari if you agree to put my soon to be old car on the showroom floor for one year. Do we have a deal, oh and I this guy will take care of that. All you have to do is show me where to sign. Can you do that? Like right now?" "Deal." "Deal", I turn and say. "Deal if you pay me enough so that signature can buy anything, and my words alone give me the power to do anything." "Done." The man in the suit says as he leans toward me and asks, "How does it feel to finally see all of your dreams come true? You are about to have the car of your dreams; the house of your dreams, and more money than you could ever spend. What are you going to do next?" "I'm going to get my lighter and hat out Destiny and figure out how to work the top on Proof...but about the dream. This isn't even close. I've already captured my dream; all of this is just the shit I need. See I knew was hungry, I know I need a new car, and I'm tired of my old house. All I had to prove what I thought was worth the asking price, I just had to figure out where to look." "I don't get it". He replies, shaking his head looking at the Escort. I say back, "That is why I am the living proof."
"Proof of what?" "Proof that what one believes can only matter to he, and never to another. Proof that individual effort in the eyes of doubt and despair will pay-off. Proof...hmmmph...proof that anything can happen."
Mind you, I never once until just now have even inquired about the cost. I couldn't tell you how much I paid for it, but I can tell you that it's more than what I paid. Gas mileage, technology, interior, insurance not at all considered. No need to test drive, not worried about making the payments, 'cause I'm buying this with one signature. The showman is giving me all sorts of details about the history, the tradition, the all that professional type yadder, and all I can really hear him saying is in his mind is: "Great another dreamer." What should I expect, I mean I did just show up to dealership with the 2001 Ford Escort ZX2 my mom gave me, attached to the back of a pickup, dressed like I haven't showered a week days, (at this point I omit that it had only been a few days...like 3 or 4 max) scraggy-ass logo, and ashy as a 'tray in the pub. Wasn't like this was a special event or anything. I don't think that you have to get all dressed up just to go car shopping, plus I kinda figured the car was going to die, I just wanted her to be retired in style. See I drove that car like it was a part of me, my mom gave it to me, so to me was like...no matter what I do in life, I must drive better than her. Because if I crash this car, or mess it up, she'll always be able to say "Remember that time you crashed my car?", and I'd be like "Mom it's been like 5 years since you gave me the car, it's not yours anymore!" and she'd be like, "But I bought it with my hard earned money!", "You wouldn't understand, because you haven't had a job in years."..I'd sigh and say "But mom I have been working on my career." "What career? Oh that again? You've been going on about that dream of yours ever since you were a kid. When are you going to wake up from that fantasy world of yours and get a job? Look at your brother up in Chicago. You know he's got his own firm now. Or like your sister? You know she's taking the bar next week. I can never understand why you are so fixated on doing something you have yet to be good at. Destiny doesn't always match what you dream." I'm thinking: "That is precisely why I have never given up, and will never give up." I say: "I'll always love you Destiny."
As I'm staring at the exhaust of this soon to be mine Yellow Ferrari that I will call "Proof". "Sweet kickass license plate!", I utter under my breathe. >
"Prove it works and I'll make you a millionaire right now." He said to me as we sat the table. "If you can prove it to me, I give you my guarantee, you'll never have to work another day for the rest of your life."
All I could do was stare at the waiter. "By well done, I mean like completely brown but still juicy. What you've brought to me is dry, and you have the audacity to argue with me about the eggs? Scrambled over easy, sea salt, garlic, parsley, and cheese.... Never once did I ask if you were still making breakfast. I just woke up, my stomach is growling, and I've got a contract to sign! By the way, when can I expect the first payment? I don't really care about the total figure, I just want to know how soon I can expect the money." "I am prepared to arrange anything your request while you are making your decision, at no cost to you, without any obligation or agreement on your part aside from assuring me that you give carefully consideration to my offer." He says. Let me make a phone call. ".....No like right now today. Yes, someone is on the way over right now. Yes mom, I do know what time it is. No, I'm not kidding. Anything else that you can think of that right now? I want to make sure that you have everything you want. Okay, okay...I'm working right now. I'll call you in a bit.... Okay..yeah, I love you too" -Click- I hang-up." "A temporary house that I choose when we leave here, a car of my choosing to drive, a credit card with a limit, movers, tow truck, and some Twizzlers." If you can provide those things right now, I'm prepared to make my decision. > "Mr. Williams, sir, is there anything else that you would like to know, would you like to schedule a drive before making an offer on the price?"
"I'm sorry, two things...I didn't hear you mention if it was a hardtop and is there full tank of gas?" "Ye..Yes sir as I mentioned, this is Ferrari's first midengine retractable-hardtop convertible."
"Good. Okay, I'll take the Yellow one. Full tank of gas, I'd hate to run out of gas twice in one night. Oh..and what about my trade? How much any I getting for it?" "Well uh...", Perplexed look on his face. "We here at..uh...sir, I was unaware you were looking to trade in THAT vehicle." "Hmm...okay...what is the price of the Ferrari?, Nah you know what, screw the price...I tell you what, I'll pay $1 dollar cash for it if you'll give me the rest of the cost on the trade, and I'll pay you twice the amount of the sticker." "Excuse me?" He asks.
"The car outside on the tow truck is priceless to me, worth much more to me than this car will in front of me. Shit. I'll pay you a million for the Ferrari if you agree to put my soon to be old car on the showroom floor for one year. Do we have a deal, oh and I this guy will take care of that. All you have to do is show me where to sign. Can you do that? Like right now?" "Deal." "Deal", I turn and say. "Deal if you pay me enough so that signature can buy anything, and my words alone give me the power to do anything." "Done." The man in the suit says as he leans toward me and asks, "How does it feel to finally see all of your dreams come true? You are about to have the car of your dreams; the house of your dreams, and more money than you could ever spend. What are you going to do next?" "I'm going to get my lighter and hat out Destiny and figure out how to work the top on Proof...but about the dream. This isn't even close. I've already captured my dream; all of this is just the shit I need. See I knew was hungry, I know I need a new car, and I'm tired of my old house. All I had to prove what I thought was worth the asking price, I just had to figure out where to look." "I don't get it". He replies, shaking his head looking at the Escort. I say back, "That is why I am the living proof."
"Proof of what?" "Proof that what one believes can only matter to he, and never to another. Proof that individual effort in the eyes of doubt and despair will pay-off. Proof...hmmmph...proof that anything can happen."
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