Audience, Day after day, Farrah Fawcett, Flirting, Folks, Gas Pump, Gas Station, I'm Lovin', Long Pause, melissakotlerschwartz, Product, Pumping, Pushy, Rejection, Sales Quota, Spray, Strand of hair, Stranger, strangers, strangersihaveknown, Tires, Tough Job, Toyota, Toyota Camry, Twirled
There are usually no surprises at the gas pump, except for the price tag. But this time was different. I drove up, stopped my car and was looking my phone when all of a sudden, a man was standing too close to my open car window, displaying a product in a can.
“Would you like to try this product?” he asked. He was a young sandy-haired man, with a sweaty forehead. “This will shine up your tires. It’s unbelievable how good they’ll look…”
“No, thank you” I said to him. Annoyed.
“Well, let me just show you…” he said in a hyper, pushy way, holding the can even closer for me to see.
I looked him right in the eye. “No means no,” I said and paused.
I’m lovin’ the long pause. I didn’t utter another word. He was surprised, like he’d been rejected before, but not quite that way, and he just stood there for a moment processing it before he turned away.
Well, I thought to myself. He’s got a tough job; it’s a job full of rejection day after day. I wonder what his daily sales quota is, but I’m not going to help him reach it.
A silver Toyota Camry pulled up at the pump across from me and I saw him run over to it.
A woman in her thirties with Farrah Fawcett hair climbed out. He began explaining the tire product to her. I heard her giggle—that’s right, giggle—and then I saw her flirting with him. “You can try it on my tires,” I heard her say. She twirled a strand of her hair and watched him spray her tires.
Different strokes for different folks, I thought. Maybe his sales quota will be just fine today.