making someone's day

the young

salesman, a trying beard,

not quite

there,

his movements quick,

i'll back in a minute

he says,

taking his offer, to which

i've agreed,

across the shiny

palace floor

of the showroom.

i'm patient, having bought

dozens of cars

before.

the music fades in,

fades out,

as someone named

Marvin

is called to the service

center.

my boy returns, smiling.

my manager said okay,

he tells me,

finding his pen,

and chair in one swift

movement.

sign here and here

and here.

i will make his day.