Of ethereal cars and imaginary numbers

Today I had the pleasure of meeting one of the friendly sales representatives at my local Nissan dealership. He was smooth and charismatic like a serial rapist. He approached me and tried to sell me a Maxima that I wasn't the slightest bit interested in. After I told him it cost too much for me, he told me that I should want to buy it because it cost only a little more than this Sentra they were selling, but it had so many more features. When I asked to see the Sentra, he assured me that it was somewhere on the lot and that he had forgotten where but could look it up. So, he led me inside where he proceeded to waste my time while not showing me the Sentra.

Most people would probably be a bit skeptical at this point, but I knew this guy had my best interests at heart. He couldn't have been interested in my money, because he told me sometimes he doesn't even like to think about numbers. Yeah. Me neither. 5,000... 500,000... What's the difference? Most numbers look pretty much the same when you compare them to the mass of the sun anyway.

I finally ended up leaving after the guy walked outside, lifted up the Maxima, and began cramming it down my throat. But to his credit, he may not have been lying about the other car. It was hot outside so the car could have evaporated while we were waiting for him to look up where it was. Or maybe it was on the lot but just not somewhere he could show me - such as in a section of the warped reality inside his head.