"Which one do you like?" he asks my opinion about two different pick up trucks.
"Neither of them. If I had a car, I'd be more inclined to purchase a more environmentally friendly one. Not either of these gas guzzlers."
"I appreciate how you care about global warming, but can I make a case for wanting something just for the sheer beauty of it. I think that's important too."
"Maybe."
"Do you like flowers? Art?"
"Sure."
"Those are all things to admire and enjoy for their beauty, right?"
"Yes, but a bouquet of wild flowers isn't going to cost me a year's salary."
"If you don't make more than what one of these trucks costs, then you may be in the wrong line of work."
"You're so clueless."
"I get it. I get it. What you're saying is that you can appreciate something for its beauty but within reason. There are limits."
He has a way of making me sound so ridiculously boring.
"Let me go find us a sales representative to help us. I'm surprised they haven't met us at the door seeing that you are one of the most recognizable faces in this city." As well as the fact that I called ahead of time.
"New York is different than the rest of the country. Everyone here tries to pretend that they aren't starstruck, so they pretty much leave me alone. It's everywhere else in the country where I'm stuck signing autographs for hours."
"So that's why people at the restaurant didn't approach you but gawked from afar?"
"Exactly and it's kind of why I like it here. I can be anonymous and live a normal life."
"Of course that doesn't explain why you were wearing sunglasses in a restaurant after the sun freakin' set."
Before Saint can retort, a man in blue slacks and a red and blue striped tie briskly approaches us with his hand outstretched for a hand shake.
"I'm so sorry for the wait, Mr. Stevenson. My name is David, and I'm one of the sales associates here. Let me say that our whole team was elated when we received a call from your office letting us know that you would be stopping by."
"My office?" Saint questions.
"That would be me."Nimwit.
"Oh I'm sorry, are you Miss White?"
"That's me. Thank you for setting aside some time for Mr. Stevenson today. We're interested in taking a look at a few of your trucks and seeing what the best deal is you can offer. We don't require financing, so we're looking for the best cash deal you can offer."
"We will give Mr. Stevenson the best deal humanly possible. He is a hero around these parts. We certainly want his business."
A hero? Give me a break. It's just a game, people.
"All right then," Saint interrupts. "Let's go find me another beautiful depreciating bad investment."
Poor David looks confused by Saint's choice of words, while I shake my head in silent laughter.
This guy.
* * *
Saint ends up buying a dark gray, metallic pick up truck, and I must say I was impressed to hear it was so that he could start taking his nephew Jake skiing and snow boarding upstate. I'm pretty sure my new client has a soft spot for his family, which is great to see. It might be the only genuinely humble part of him.
