especially if you'd get to drive them a little I took a different car home every night......just to make sure they were completely ready to show to a customer, you understand.

Looking back, that was a job where I used to say to myself "I can't believe they pay me to do this!"

So why did I give it up? Well, its a little like having a girlfriend who has the tightest pussy you ever found but is, uhhh, high maintenance, shall we say? Maybe the 80 - 100 hours a week that went along with the position had something to do with it. But just like that certain woman, I still look back on it with great fondness and forget about what drove me crazy about it.
As the Rolling Stones said, "You can't always get what you want...."
