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Re: another question for sales... [chikoo]

by madmanmoo on Wed Aug 20 15:03:56 PDT 2008

Well, the hookers, the immigrants and the car salesmen all want to get paid. So, I suppose that's not the worst analogy. Lots of car dealerships still have that going on. At least here in Atlanta. You have to fight for your "up" because it's first come first serve. Sucks, but that's the business.

Re: another question for sales... [madmanmoo]

by chikoo on Wed Aug 20 14:14:46 PDT 2008

Plus, we don't hang out on the lot waiting on an up. They come into the store and we get paged. No more getting cooked on the asphalt. Who does that crap nowadays??? I have not seen that in the dealerships I have brought from. Waiting on the asphalt? What are you? Hookers? or illegal immigrants hanging outside the Home Depot?

Trainers...

by mackabee on Mon Aug 18 01:20:08 PDT 2008

I still don't believe the majority of them. A dealer principal is basically the owner of the dealership. If I'm raking in dough like it's going out of style, why in the world would I give that up to fly around the country and "train" a bunch of green peas (no offense to you GP) and a bunch of dinosaurs that don't want to learn anymore? Planes to catch, layovers, staying in hotel rooms, getting hit on by the hotel hookers, etc,.. :blush: Who needs that? Speaking of.... I was reminiscing about the first time I went to Cash Blast at Atlantic City. September 1999. I had me a brand new JC Penney Navy blue suit, my first pair (and last) of Johnston&Murphy Italian shoes, a Gucci watch, and Hanes underwear. I must have been wearing more than I made that month. ;) For those of you that have not been in these forums from the beginning, Cash Blast was an event put on by Central Atlantic Toyota distributors and held every September at Bally's in Atlantic City. To attend you had to sell xxx number of new Toyotas in a span of four months. Every vehicle was worth one point and you had to get 60 points to qualify. Every 12 points entitled you to a "pull" which could vary from $100.00 to $5000.00 on the pull board. My first year I had 99 points for 8 (96 points) pulls and the remainder of the points were not counted. I am happy just to be going and one of my fellow salespersons was my roomie for that weekend and told me what to watch out for. "There's a lot of hookers that come up here from D.C., PA, NY, etc,. Most of them are college girls trying to make an extra buck to pay for school but there's also house wifes and lots of foreign girls. So be careful." Not that I was going to pick up a hooker, even though this was Jersey and not Vegas. What happens in Jersey doesn't stay in Jersey when you're with a bunch of sales folks. So we fly out of Norfolk Int'l on Saturday morning, arrive in Philly about 40 minutes later, then take a two hour limo ride to AC. I find that it's tradition and since CAT and our dealers are paying for everything I just go along for the ride. It's also tradition to stop at the nearest liquour store and stock up on beer for the limo ride. By the time we check into our hotel we are half sauced and then we hit the boardwalk. Later that night we go to Angelo's Italian restaurant which is also another tradition. Since we always make reservations we don't have to wait long for a table. The place is always packed and the food is 5 stars! So more beer and wine, food, and we walk back to Bally's. Jimmy takes me on a "tour" of the place and shows me where the main event will be held Sunday evening. I take a sneak peek inside the ballroom and there must be enough tables and chairs for 1500 people. We then go to the entrance and there's a few brand spanking new Toyota's roped off so that no one can touch. Look only. These are yet to be released new models or re-designs so we get a treat along with the folks visiting AC and staying at Bally's. Later that night after walking dinner off we head to the main bar where I get to meet some of my competition. That particular night we are watching some fight on the tv's around the bar and I look to my right and a pretty Korean lady waves at me and makes a hand sign that she wants a cigarette. Jimmy has a pack and I gesture to her to come on over and get one. She comes over and sits on my right and next thing you know she grabs my hand and puts it between her legs. "God it's hot in here!" she exclaims. I pull my arm back faster than you can say Toyota and say 'Whoa lady! I don't even know you!" and she laughs and asks me if I want to go play blackjack and then we can go to my room. :confuse: I look over to Jimmy and he's laughing his butt off. "I think she's one of the girls you were telling me about." I tell him. "No kidding." he replies. After some small talk the girl leaves and I go back to my beer and watch the rest of the fight. Two years later there's a newbie in our group and I decide to tell him to be on the lookout for the ladies of the night. They'll be out in force again! That was a lot of fun and along with all the changes that this business has gone through in the last couple of years, Cash Blast is no more :cry: I still remember when the current president of CAT went up to the podium when he took over and said: "First, let me clear up some rumors going around. Cash blast is not going away, at least not while I'm the president of CAT." Right. :mad:

Parrots...

by mackabee on Fri Aug 15 22:41:51 PDT 2008

Getting ready to go to MD in a little while but first I'm going to leave you guys with a short story. Hope you like it. A lady is at the gas station filling up her Camry when her church priest pulls up in his Corolla. They chit chat for a while and then the lady tells her about a problem she has with her two female parrots. "Father, these two parrots say the most terrible things you can imagine! It's very embarrassing as they always do it when I have company at home." she tells him. "What in heaven do they say?" he asks. "Hi! we are hookers. You want to have a good time?" she tells him. "Oh my God! that's terrible!." he replies and continues; "I'll tell you what. Bring both of them to the church. I have two male parrots, Francis and Peter. I taught them to pray, read the bible, and say the rosary. They will straighten your parrots out." he tells her. "I will bring them to you tomorrow afternoon father." The next day the lady shows up at the church with her two parrots. The priest tells her to follow him and they go to where the two male parrots are in their cage deep in prayer and counting beads. The priest opens the cage door and the lady puts her parrots in the cage with the other two. After a few minutes of silence the two female parrots say: "Hi! we're hookers, you want to have a good time?" and one of the male parrots looks at the other and says; "Put the beads down Frank! Our prayers have been answered!"

Re: The reason [marsha7]

by lemko on Sun Jul 06 08:02:48 PDT 2008

Everybody thinks that two days after Mom & Pop close something else will move in...evolution takes time... Two days after Mom & Pop close, something ALWAYS moves in - drug dealers, crackheads, thugs, hookers, graffiti, gangs, you name it!

Re: The Revolt has Started! [tpe]

by oldfarmer50 on Thu Jun 19 16:41:06 PDT 2008

"...Yet you seem to recognize the truckers right to deny US citizens the ability to travel..." And what would you have them do when their elected officials refuse to speak with them and threaten to raise taxes even more? Throw tea into the harbor? I find it interesting that people have no problem when various "activists" cause public inconvenience but when some hard-working blue collar people do it, it's a problem. Albany has a long history of public demonstrations to redress real or perceived problems. Some I have agreed with, others not. All have cause a disruption of my schedule. I would never say that they couldn't petition their government because it was inconvenient for me. For the record, the new governor (The one who didn't hang out with hookers) seemed to agree with me. He took the time to come outside and talk to the truckers while a lot of the politicos hid like rats. :sick: