Last time I went in and got my kid a bike at the dealership ( I never go to dealerships or have really), the smoking hot lady that did the paperwork slipped me a note.. said "take me out!
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I didn't get milked for anything because I'm wise to a sales woman. But this one, man oh man. There was real sparks, haha.
Then she made it out like I was gonna have to contact her to get the mco papers and whatnot, instead of it just coming in the mail, lol.
So I looked her name up, and she had pictures of her with some bad ass mother truckin' Harley dude, lookin' twice my age on her profile.
It was tough to fight off the urge to want to stop in for new gear or just to see her, and get worked.
How the hell could you guys work around babes like that all day?