RED RACING STRIPES
A horrific short story
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count: 2.6K
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A horrific short story
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count: 2.6K
$.00 e
Free and only available on my website!
All he wanted was a little paint modification for his new car.
EXCERPT:
“But I want that car.” He emphasized each word very
clearly, very distinctly.
“Sir,” the salesman began again, leaning
over his black Lucite and chrome desk. “As I’ve said before, you can
have the car. I would love to sell you the car, but it must be as
is. The model does not come with the option for additional
decoration.”
Rolling his eyes, Deems tried to compromise.
“Surely there is somebody in your body shop who can do a decent
paint job? Hell and damnation! How much trouble can it be to add a
few simple racing stripes?” Feeling the heat rise up into his face,
he realized he needed to calm down or his doctor would double up the
dosage on his blood pressure medicine.
“If I’m gonna pay a hundred and eighty-eight
thousand for a car, the least you can do is get some red paint and
put two or three of those real pretty, skinny lines all the way down
the sides, just above the fender line. Crap, I’d do it myself but I
haven’t got a real steady hand. Not at my age, anyway.”
And I’m too damn old
for all this nonsense, too, Deems thought as he
pulled a hand across his forehead.
The salesclerk stood up. “Look, do you mind
if I go talk with my manager for a minute?” The impasse had to end
somewhere, and it was obvious it was going to take the intervention
of someone higher up before any further progress could be made.
“Please do!” Deems snapped. “And if he won’t agree to my
request, I’ll want to have a talk with him myself!” he yelled at the
retreating back. “Haven’t you people ever heard the phrase ‘the
customer is always right’?”
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