My first day on the job made it obvious that they were overcharging for their cars. So when a customer came in, I would ask him, “How much can you afford?” And if somebody said, “All I have is $50.” I would respond with a goofy smile “ Sold! It's all yours you've got just enough. Drive it off with all my love .” It was that easy. Why, I was a natural born car salesman. I gave them the paperwork, and after they signed it, I handed them the plates, title, and the keys to their brand new $50,000 BMW.

People came from all over the country just to buy from me. Thank goodness that the owner had just gotten married and was on a world tour honeymoon. So it was effortless, I had no boss. I was in total charge. One day, a poor homeless person came in looking enviously at a Rolls Royce. I asked him how much he had. The sad and hungry-looking old man took 27¢ out of his pocket and put it on the hood of the car that he desperately wanted.

Without hesitation, my famous closing goofy-faced words were once again, “ Sold! It's all yours you've got just enough. Drive it off with all my love . The Rolls Royce is now your toy to enjoy .” Being a great car salesman means never losing a sale no matter how much money a customer has. It's easy selling cars to rich people, but it takes a sales genius to sell one to someone that's homeless or totally broke. And that's exactly what I did. Porsches, Cadillacs, and Lexuses, whatever, I sold them all. There was no car on the lot that I couldn't sell right on the spot.

It's hard to believe but in just five days I sold every car that we had—all 475 of them. Boy, did I make a heap full of money for the dealership. I bet no one ever sold so many cars that quickly. I was certain that I had the all-time record. Besides the record, I made a whopping $1,000. Why, that's more than $2 a car by Dodo mathematical standards. I got more dollars than I sold cars. I couldn't wait for the boss to come back from his vacation and promote me for taking care of his business just like it was mine.