Just out of high school, the boys had stopped off at the Alfa car dealership looking for mechanics apprenticeships. Although he’d never got his hands greasy, Tom was strangely confident.
“My parents have a couple of Alfa Romeo 159 turbo diesels. Dad does all the repairs himself. Had a beast of a time getting the engine out. Talk about needing a lot of tools!”
The service manager was impressed.
“Shame you don’t have a driver’s licence or I’d give you a job.”
Tom felt 10 ft tall, although much better suited to a career in sales than mechanics.
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98 Words. PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
This is another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields.
Best wishes,
Rowena
Definitely cut out for sales
lol, yep, I know the type and have many like Tom before…
Hope his talent is put to proper use.
Dear Rowena,
One should always go with his strengths. He definitely has sales skills.
Shalom,
Rochelle
It takes all sorts to keep the wheel spinning – the workers and the sellers!
Haha! That was a subtle one. Loved it.
Nice ‘spin,’ Ro. Well done.
The thinkers, the makers and the sellers. Each has their own talent. 🙂
He’s got the gift of the gab so selling should come easy!
Sounds like Tom will go far,
Rowena, I like your character, Tom. He seems well able to spin any situation into something he can handle. However, I can’t see the connection to the picture. What am I missing?
I like the dialogue and the character, Tom..but like Oneta, I can’t see the connection to the picture either. What am I missing? Is it spinning a car tyre or steering wheel instead of a spinning wheel, perhaps? Key word is spin?
He surely can spin a good yarn and will have a great career convincing people to buy stuff they don’t need. Great story.
Doesn’t he realize he can’t get a better apprenticeship than the one he’s getting with his dad?
Cute. Makes you wonder why he didn’t have a license if he graduated from high school. I know I didn’t, but we lived in Portland, Oregon which was very hilly and my mom had a stick shift car. that didn’t shift into first gear easily. After a few difficult starts, Mom said I had to be able to afford insurance before I could get my license and she refused to practice with me. I had to wait until my best friend turned 18 before I had someone to practice with. LOL