Gettin' wheels

i've come to realize that the strange habbit of smiling to a stranger was not a one time occasion. people here do, apparently, just smile.
yesterday i was waiting in the traffic light and a mother and her daughter stopped next to me. they smiled, i smiled. i looked away and took another peek at them - still smiling. what are they so happy about? very suspicious, they are most probably trying to sell me something i don't need.

"think of the most despicable thing you can imagine, double it, and dip it in a bucket of sleaziness", Steven tries to describe his feelings to me. Naturally, I was thinking of a few politicians, like avishay braverman, "that's car salespeople. they are awful. they are terrible. they will sell their mother if it got them a better deal". that's pretty bad, i was thinking to myself, hoping I will be able to handle it well. I was introduced to a little guy with a funny beard. we walked around in the steaming heat looking for cars, but couldn't find anything that i'm looking for, meaning, anything that is both in good shape and not awfully expensive. "oh! i know!", the little guy screamed at some point, and rushed happily (he had a funny little way of running) to a Hyundai elantra. "this is betsy", he said.
I was looking around, wondering if I had missed some lady that was standing there, but there was no one, aside from a big hairy dude that was cleaning the windowsthe guy that waxes the windows. "betsy?", I asked him, but little guy points me to the car. "no, that's her, and she is lovely". I took a look at her, and she did indeed look pretty nice. shiny and silvery, well waxed (good job hairy guy) and ready to go.
"it's still expensive", i told him, as the price of the car was carefully written in yellow color on the windshield, "i just want something that drives and doesn't break down. but thanks for your time".
"no, wait!", you have to take a look at this, it's a good car. we can talk about the price.
"ok, let's talk about the price".
"um, let's take it for a spin".
eventually i got in the car and drove it. not bad. betsy can drive.
"how much?". let me go ask.
now starts the usual ceremony of going back and forth to the "boss" and giving me "a quote". he comes with a number. it's the absolutely best we can do.
"let me think about it"
I shop around a little, and decide that betsie is, indeed, the car for me. it wasn't love at first sight, i have to say, betsie is not as sexy as, say, a sports car, a jeep, or a mercedes (oh lord, won't you buy me a mercedez benz, as the great Joplin goes), but betsie delivers. at least for now she is.