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Lil' Wigger, the younger brother of Ol' Wigger and newest addition to the sales staff, had a customer signing papers at the finance desk. The customer decided that instead of financing the bike at 18.9 percent, which was the best rate The Buddha told her he could get her, despite having perfect credit and being a store manager at Walmart and making three times more than the Buddha makes, she was going to pay off her 3.9 percent credit card and charge the bike instead. So Lil' Wigger asked the CSB how much money this customer would need to put down to hold the bike for the week it would take her to arrange things so she could use her credit card. The customer had already given Lil' Wigger $100 last night. The bike was last year's model that we want to get rid of, and Lil' Wigger had sold it for a lot of money.

The CSB started to ramble about making things fair for all the other customers who might want to come in and buy the bike, and all the salespeople, and the playing field should be level and fair for everybody, not just the salespeople and customers, but the customers and salespeople too, and how it wasn't really a good idea to tie up a bike that has been sitting on our sales floor for a year and a half for a week, because it isn't fair to everyone and anyone might come in at any time and want to buy the bike and won't be able to because there is a deposit on it from someone planning to come back in and buy it and the playing field should be level for everyone, all the customers and salespeople alike.

Ten minutes into her oft digressing diatribe, the CSB gave Lil' Wigger's customer back her $100 and sent her on her way. Then she talked to her Poodle.

He wasn't a very happy little wigger.

The CSB wandered throughout the store, with her arms crossed, clutching both shoulders and complaining about the pain.

Then the CSB went back to the company computer.

The CSB has figured out how to get on Craigslist and search for posts with pictures. She and the Rhino passed the afternoon looking at pictures of men's penises and women's faces. When they found listings in M4M seeking a black man, they sent the poster an email from the Poodle's yahoo account claiming to be a horny and well hung black man, with a link to the Poodle's myspace account. They are amused when the Poodle gets angry emails from disappointed homosexuals.

One of Mondo's customers came to him and complained about the service department. Mondo is used to this, and usually finds it annoying if it interferes with the hunt. But the dealership was empty, so he decided to feign interest and see if there was another sale there. The customer had a Gold Wing and wanted the rear tire changed. The bike had been in our service department for a week, then the Service Manager had called the customer and told him that nobody in service could figure out how to get the back wheel off the bike, and that they weren't going to make enough money from the job, so they were going to put the bike back together, and the customer could come and get his bike. So the customer complained to the CSB. She went back to scream at the technicians, then told the customer that an expert tire changer would come over from one of the other Lazy Ks, where we don't sell Hondas, and remove the rear wheel off his Gold Wing.

She's out of meds.