Another small masterpiece, Mssr. Baruth.
Found a mythical character in a small town Ford dealership.
Had to pause to look up Michel Foucault and Camille Paglia, as I don't recall their work from Oprah's book club recommendations.
If we could ressurect Doug Kenny and Harold Ramus, I see a delicious satire of Car Dealership world, and many people vying to contribute their anecdotes.
A guy who sold me a handsome V6 Chevy Beretta in 1988 confided years later , over a couple Scotches, the rallying cry for the sales force was ,"There's an ass for every seat!"
Hence the high regard for customers, who dreaded showroom visits like a trip to the dentist.
Ultimately gave rise to the "Saturn method" of car sales, no pressure techniques, am I correct?
The Beretta performed nicely as a tow car for my SCCA Sports Renault for years (predecessor of the Spec Racer Ford you rented, and then wrecked, recently, I might add.)
Your columns and obtuse references remind me how I fell behind "the curve" in English classes at Kenyon College.
But I digress. Much like you do, Jack, but yours are thankfully more clever.
Keep up the great work.
