She absolutely had this coming!
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What Did She Think Was Going To Happen?
“I work in luxury auto sales and one day I was selling a vehicle to a dad and his spoiled brat daughter.
Me, standing next to a used 2012 BMW 328xi Coupe: ‘As you can see, this is going to be the best fit for your budget and needs, not to mention some of the high-end features you were looking for.’
Spoiled Brat: ‘I don’t want a used car, I ONLY get new cars.’
Dad, giving me an exasperated look: ‘Sweetie, I don’t know WHAT your mom told you, but I am not buying you a new car. Besides, you don’t get ANY cars. This is your FIRST ONE.’
Spoiled Brat, whining: ‘But SUSAN got a brand-new Mercedes for her graduation!’
I stared at her, mentally banging my head against the glass of the BMW. I imagined it shattering and killing me in the process.
Me: ‘Yes, but your dad told me that he has a certain budget to work with. This is a very nice car, with less than 20,000 miles on it. It runs and drives like new. (Turning to dad) Wow, that sounded cliché. I apologize!’
Dad, laughing: ‘Sure was, but I think that I’ll take it despite your cliché outburst!’
We headed inside. Dad and I negotiated a deal while Spoiled Brat tapped away angrily on her phone.
Dad: ‘Well, I think that does it, I think we have a deal. Thank y–’
Spoiled Brat: ‘Are you freaking serious? Dad, I am not driving some used car. Even Miranda, the poor girl, got a new Toyota.’
Dad: ‘I am not buying a new car. Maybe you can ask your mom to do that. Oh wait, she would rather spend her money on a vacation to Italy and NOT take her daughter!’
Spoiled Brat launches into a tirade of cursing, screaming, and generally throwing a tantrum. Dad stands up calmly, shakes my hand, and apologizes.
Dad: ‘Well, it looks like my daughter has a lot to learn about appreciating free things. Maybe her friends will let her ride in their new cars because she will be taking the bus. And she’ll need to get a job now to pay for that.’
Spoiled Brat, now with eyes wide: ‘I’m sorry, Daddy. I want the car now…’
Dad: ‘Too late. You just dug yourself into a hole. Better ask your mom in two weeks when she gets back from Italy.’
Spoiled Brat proceeded to run outside crying, while her dad shook my hand. Oddly, I felt something crinkle into my palm and I looked down to find that he shoved a hundred dollar bill in there.
Dad: ‘That’s for wasting your time and costing you money. That spoiled girl isn’t getting a car from me. Let her stepfather get her one.’
Me: ‘Thanks. I definitely appreciate it. And best of luck.’
He walked out and got into his car and they both took off again.
Not two weeks later, the Spoiled Brat came back and was driving a broken-down old Honda. Turns out that that is the car her stepdad got her. He paid a whopping $500 for it and it needed service. She didn’t even look at me as she walked in.”