Another car sales story with blatant racial overtones. Alert the (P)regressives.
While working an offsite sale with several dealerships involved, a coworker, Karl, called me over. Seems I was the only white boy among the four salesmen by the entrance.
Karl, a black man, had a black customer. The customer wanted to test drive a pickup.
“No problem”, said Karl. “Let me make a copy of your driver’s license”.
“Is that some kind of ‘back thing’, that you need my license?”, asked the customer. Karl looked at him, then looked at his own forearm, then back to the customer.
“Yeah, I know you are black”, said the customer. “I still think it is a black thing”.
“Hey Tank, can you come over here?” Karl called out to me. When I slithered over ( what do you expect from a car salesman) Karl said,
“This guy thinks making a copy of his drivers license is some sort of a black thing”.
“No, it is a policy”, I said to the customer. “However, if you want to make it a black thing, let us do a credit app first”.
The customer looks around and sees all the black salesmen cracking up.
Give him credit.
“Am I being silly”, he asked? When I answered affirmatively, he produced his license, Karl made a copy, and they went off on the test drive.
Had to take a few minutes teasing from the black salesmen. As I recall one comment was,
“Man, you put the R into redneck”.
Kind of a point here. In those days a lot of teasing went on. It helped make a bond, us against the world. Today’s politically correct climate doesn’t allow people of different colors and backgrounds to get to know one another. Our country is poorer because of political correctness.