My Life After A Mid Life Crisis Essay
“How long… here?” Dad said.
I had no homework, so I swiveled around on my chair, and watched my dad bite his nails as he talked.
“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.
Then I heard the door click shut behind me.
After a while Dad’s phone call ended, and he walked out of the office, a soft smile touched the edges of his mouth.
“Jack, don’t sit there in the dark,” he said, reaching over to the switch.
I blinked as my eyes were assaulted with florescent yellow lights. “Why are you so happy? We haven’t sold a car all day.”
“No but I predict good things for this dealership.”
I rolled my eyes. `
“This time is different,” Dad sang.
A week later I sat at the same worn desk. Four customers had been in today, but only one car had left the lot. Nana came and parked her Mercedes in that empty space. The car was a gift from Uncle James. It made the car she parked next to look like utter crap. She had a bunch of bags draped over her shoulder. Immediately the…