A brief detour from the Saving Sergeant Winkerbean arc. Tired of driving around the generic white minivan, our titular hero visits the car lot to check out a generic gold minivan, and has to deal with a less than gung-ho salesman. I’ve never sold cars, but I’d imagine it’s the salesman in this instance who should be doing the talking, rather than providing half-assed replies to the customer’s questions. Of course, the customer, before making a major purchase such as an automobile, could maybe do a little research before walking onto the lot. Whatever.
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