used car salesman - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Winds the clock back on the cars with an electric drill, hair slicked back, easy smile, twinkling eyes, charming, deceptive, greedy, dishonest, teeth as white as the driven snow, lies fluently, persuasive, laughs at any jokes the customer says whether they are funny or not, pays compliments, oily, slick, buttery voice, sharp suit, finds out how much money the customer has with sly questions, friendly, thinks customers are gullible suckers.
The rain-lashed car lot was feeling more like a cemetery today, a place for old cars to rust. He looked over at the highway, his face fallen into its repose of melancholy. Everyone was passing at over sixty kilometres an hour and not one of them slowing to study his deals in foot high neon letters. He turned away to boil the kettle. Then turned back to switch it off again. If he had to drink another black instant brew he might as well have his taste-buds removed. It was bitter with no redeeming features other than being hot and wet. So what advantage did it have over boiled water? He was about to slip into a full on sulk when from the corner of his eye he detected movement outside. A customer! In a split second he was at their side and could have doubled for a courteous hotel porter: smiling, bobbing and laughing at any comment that could possibly be intended as humorous.
Ted smoothed back his thinning hair and licked his cracked lips. He stopped digging in the pocket of his polyester suit when a potential customer drove into the yard. After so many years in the business his sales demeanour was quite automatic. His smile was pasted over his face before they'd turned their engine off and he let the muscles around his eyes fall a little to recreate smile-lines. Rubbing his hands together to warm them, he strode forwards over the summer-dry lot. Sweat beaded on his face from being over-dressed for July; but first impressions were vital and nothing did it better than a suit and tie. He glanced downward briefly to make sure it was in a tight knot of yellow and brushed away a few imagined crumbs. In moments he was facing his new client, his cheeks sagged a little to notice she was accompanied by a grim looking father. It was always a trial to sell when the buyer wasn't holding the cheque book, the profit on this would be slim.