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Sheep Dipping
The car biz refers to “sheep dipping” as getting the “brand” removed from a salvage title. While not common, doing it requires a certain amount of finesse. One Utah dealer has stepped on his pee pee.
Back in the 1990s, dealers used Idaho to “sheep dip” Washington titles. I wasn’t personally involved except selling the ‘clean title’ vehicles. In this era, how you can bypass CARFAX or J.D. Powers must be difficult. Two dealers I know use a service and every vehicle they take in trade or buy from a wholesaler is checked.
How Colorado Stays Blue
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Surprise! The Democrat primary candidates are savaging each other while the GOP candidates are staying civil. Can't get their hands dirty, don't you know.
CPAP
My boss, Ed Jones, told me to get tested or get fired! He reminded me we were covered by Group Health; no excuses. I arrived at Group Health and they wanted me to spend a night in the “sleep labs”. Not happening, single custodial Dad with two young teenage boys. Instead, they painted spots on my chest were electrodes were to be placed and sent me off with the equipment. I returned the equipment the next morning and went to work. Pro tip; If you ever do this, shave your chest hairs first.
That afternoon I got a call from the head of the department insisting I come in RIGHT NOW! Grumbling, I complied. The conversation went like this.
Realizing he was dealing with a stubborn blockhead, he continued.
“Based on my experience, I believe you will soon have a ‘significant medical episode’. It may happen tomorrow, next week, but will happen within the next six months. If you are lucky, it will kill you. If not, it will severely impair you. You do have someone who can provide you with 24/7 nursing care for many years to come, don’t you?” What a salesman he would have been!
I said, “And my options are?”
I went home with a CPAP and have used one to this very day.
There a few occupations that often have shit credit. Two come to mind, preachers and cops.
One of my coworkers at Southgate Ford/Isuzu in Burien, WA was a black man named Paul. He was a great salesman and all around good person.
One Saturday he was trying to get his minister financed in a car. It was taking time and the minister was wandering around upstairs where we worked deals.
Monday Paul came up to me and said, “Hay Tank! Our minister had a great sermon yesterday. He spoke about race relations and how progress is being made. You were mentioned”.
Oh shit!!!!
“Yeah, he overheard you working a deal. Loser xxxx was sucking up to you”.
Loser xxxx said, “Tank, you do really well with black people. What is your secret?”
My minister said you were visible irritated by the interruption and snarled at him, “Simple, treat them like white people”.
Paul then gave me an evil grin and asked, “Tank, are you sweating?”. Bastard!
As always, YMMV
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