Let There Be Light

"If you think you are going to sell something, you might. If you know you are going to sell something, you will," Paco.

"I always assume I won't sell anything, so if I do, I'm pleasantly surprised," Mondo.

Over time some of the lights at the Lazy K have burned out. Because nobody really does anything to make the place nice, this has gone unchecked for at least a year. So it was getting hard to see all the dust on the bikes and people were tripping over dog toys and slipping in pools of dog urine.

Paco, in yet another attempt to make the place nice and normal like everywhere else he's ever worked in his life, went around one day counting the burned out bulbs. There were 83, about a third of the lights in the showroom.

He went to the CSB and she told him that if he brought in a ladder, she would order the lights and he could change them. She told him he could get a couple of the service guys to help him. She also thanked him for rearranging all the bikes and quads while Mondo and Beans counted dwarfs (short customers) They were trying to get to seven. That Paco is enthusiastic.

So the big day came when all the lights would be here and Paco brought his ladder and Mondo and Beans discussed their plans for lunch. Paco got a couple guys out of the service department to help him (they don't have names because next time we mention them they will probably have quit or gotten fired and been replaced), and made a few more enthusiastic comments in front of the CSB about making the store great and how well we would all do, and Mondo just about had Beans convinced that it was her turn to go pick up the food at Chipotle, when the lights finally showed up. There were 30. We needed 83, no 85 because they dropped two and broke them while taking them out of the sockets.

When she returned from picking up lunch, Tits Ahoy, the new receptionist Mondo and Beans convinced to pick up their lunch while they continued counting dwarves, asking one another if Paco counted, making him wonder what they were counting, felt a little disoriented. One corner of the showroom is now eerily bathed in light. And Paco doesn't have anything positive to say about the situation. And he didn't sell anything either.

Taco Dave moves in

Apparently Taco Dave has suffered a few financial setbacks since getting fired. He has declared his undying love for the CSB and moved into her apartment. In addition, he bought a small dog. So they have that in common too.

The Poodle gets his space

Today is the day the radio reps come around. The dealership buys a lot of radio time, and the CSB makes the reps give her free tickets to concerts and football games. Mondo sells them on Craigslist and they split the take.

So there were two radio reps there, to give her tickets and discuss advertising campaigns for the upcoming months.

The CSB decided it would be more fun to create a myspace space for the Poodle, so she and the Rhino spent the afternoon building it, while the radio reps talked to each other and then wandered off.

In other words, the business of selling motorcycles and ATVs came to a halt while the CSB constructed a myspace site FOR HER DOG!!!

On one of his many waddles through the store to the liquor store or out to smoke, the Buddha stopped in front of Mondo's desk, caught his breath and started to doze off.

"I couldn't make this up if I tried," said Mondo.

The Buiddha just nodded and closed his eyes.

After they constructed the myspace space, the CSB spent the entire afternoon showing it to the employees, clicking through the photos and reading aloud the Poodle's profile. She lied about his age too.