Oliver Was Not Much of a Salesman

But he had a remarkable sense of smell.

Unfortunately, nobody appreciated this gift. Especially not the customer who’d just left the manager’s office, her face puffy and red.

According to the woman’s teary report, halfway through test-driving a 2009 Corolla, Oliver had pointing to her mini-skirted lap and, pinching his nostrils, said “I hope you’re not expecting company down there.” He’d then spent the entire drive back to the dealership outlining homeopathic remedies for her “condition.”

Oliver watched her leave, the Vicks inhaler crammed up his nose a vain attempt to camouflage the mingled perfume of yeast and humiliation.

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Title by: Daniel Fincannon
Story by: Jenny

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