buffalo bob

They call him Buffalo Bob. He sells used cars at the Martinez Auto Mart, specializing in middle-aged women, divorcees’, specifically. He can see them coming from a mile or two – poofed-up hair, high heels, décolletage gaudily on display, ready to make an “ex” pay, somehow, some way. He steers them away from the “utility rides” and toward the Mini-Coopers or something even sexier. He’s had his way with one or two or three, but that’s not his motivation. He gets enough sex from his wife, Mayela. What he thrives on is his customers’ vulnerability. It’s better than the sex, or has been, to this point, getting them all where it hurts. He knows he should see a therapist, because he suspects he’s a closet misogynist. But there’ll be time for that. Right now, comes Ellie Marie Jaurez and she’s got her boobs on display and an agenda to die for -- and he’s got the antidote and the answer. God, what a beautiful day, what a day to be alive, what a day to be a salesman. Buffalo Bob, at your service.