Our new manager is a bit--overwhelming. He's all arms and mouth. He waves them wildly while talking loud enough to match his actions. Seriously. It's a bit unnerving. You can normally hear him in every office on the first floor, even though we have music piped in.
In true car business fashion, he's a bit of a hustler. When you add that and the arm waving, well, let's just say it's rather unnerving. Last night, e whirlwinded a couple into buying a vehicle. He sweeps them into my office and they run to the chairs hunkering down into the seats and clutching at the arms for safety. He leaves.
They sit there for a moment. Stunned. As if they had just witnessed the birth of a two-headed cat by their Grandma. You could almost say they look disheveled.
I give them a bit to come back to their senses. They timidly ask "Is he always like that?" I nod.
They lean across the desk and whisper conspiratorially
"I think he escaped from the circus. Or maybe he just missed his life calling as a clown."
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