Head to the "Mc'Chanic Boys" Dealership
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He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles. | He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles. | ||
Revision as of 15:15, 24 April 2014
In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with graying black hair and a Mario-styled mustache.
He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work. After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.
"Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'?
"Oh not too long," I lie.
He laughs whole-heartedly. "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." He shakes his head and tilts his hat. "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." He chuckles.
