I had some time to wander around the fenced area of a car dealership’s parking lot. I walked and admired the gleaming cars. Although I preferred SUVs, those sports cars were inviting. I could imagine myself in one of them, on those summer days with the top down and the wind combing through my natural curls. I held onto the fence to bring myself back to the reality that I was waiting for the bus when I heard a smooth masculine voice, “You need a car?”
I looked about the lot thinking it might be a salesman, but I could not see anyone. Then the voice asked, “Which one you like?”
I spun around to see a man dressed in a brown suit with a mask and face shield.
“Yes, I need a car,” I answered. “I like that one.” I pointed to the black Chevrolet Corvette parked in the front.
The man asked, “How much does it cost?” while he pushed his hand into his pocket.
“They do not accept cash,” I advised him.
He looked up at me and said, “Well, in that case, follow me to my office.” He walked away up the street leaving laughter as my companion.