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ok, most of you are from PA, so maybe this will make sense. when i was in the car business, their was a father/son sales team that was from somewhere in PA - definitely not an urban area - i'm thinking more hillbilly here. we'll call them Big Daddy and Jr because... well, that's what we called them. nice folks, but some funny thinks happened due to their sometimes indecipherable way of speaking.
i had a really uptight family sitting at my desk and i just couldn't close the deal. it was the right car, at below invoice, well within the budget, they just had a case of nerves.
anyway, Big Daddy was listening and decided to "give a lil hep." he pops in and talks for about thirty seconds before my clients stand up and turn beat red as they go rushing out. we were absolutely puzzled. i followed them to their car and asked what had happened.
i was still sitting on the ground laughing so hard that i had tears running down my cheeks when Big Daddy came out and asked what went wrong.
when Big Daddy had said "what if i could ask my boss, and we can get this deal done..." - the clients heard "well if you scratch my balls we can get her going" Big Daddy took it in stride, but Jr spent a week over enunciating every thing that he said so clients thought he had learning disabilities in addition to a thick accent.
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