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The man walked into the car dealership and approached a salesperson.
“Hey, I’m looking for a family vehicle,” said the man. “Something safe.
I love my kids.” The man pointed to a car outside with two kids in it.
The windows were rolled up. It was 104 degrees outside. “Does your car have AC?” asked the salesperson with concern.
“What’s AC?” asked the man. “Alien Corpses? Haha. I wish. Now this
minivan here, it looks safe for the kids I love. Any coupons for it?” The salesperson
squinted and almost made out one of the children mouthing, “Help us.”
The salesperson had to decide now: make the sale or save two children
from melting. The classic Salesperson’s Dilemma. The choice was clear.
“Sir, I think your kids need help.” “You just lost yourself a sale, buddy,” said the man.
The man walked out of the dealership with authority. He opened the door
to his car and his kids walked out with smiles on their faces. They
each pointed at the shirt they wore. One wore a shirt that said “You
Should’ve” and the other’s said “Let Us Die.” They turned around and
pointed at the back of their shirts. One said “No Sale” and the other
said “For You.” The dad took off his coat and pointed at his shirt. It
said “I Make Shirts.” He turned around and pointed at the back of his
shirt. It said “And I Do Have Alien Corpses, Idiot!” The dad and his
kids drove off, music blasting and honking at old people. The
salesperson sighed, added two more lines under the “Children Saved”
column of the dealership’s whiteboard, looked around suspiciously, saw
the coast was clear, added one line to the “Cars Sold” column, heard the
boss go “Ahem,” erased the one line, sighed again, and sat on the
ground. Chairs were for closers who let kids die.