I was and alwayswill be a tomboy

who grew up inthe country outside of Philadelphia.

I grew up poor,

so I dislikewearing pants or jeans that are short.

And I can’t weardistressed jeans

because itreminds me of being poor.

Still, I am notcomplaining.

It is what itwas.

So I still don’tput much effort into clothing.

I amuncomfortable in anything too pricey,

unless I get itat a thrift store.

And 90 % of myclothing, except underwear and shoes,

comes from athrift type shop.

I am not rich,but not poor.

I showereveryday.

But some peoplejust cannot get past your looks, or your clothing.

They are poorsalespeople.

I wanted topurchase a new vehicle for my mother.

She loved havinga nice Cadillac, used but a great ride.

It was my giftto her and my dad for raising me.

It was tough toraise five kids.

But they triedthe best they could.

As I entered thedealership parking lot.

I was all of 20years old,

wearing a pairof jeans, work boots, and a tee under a flannel shirt.

As I walkedaround, no one came out to greet me.

Finally, Ientered the showroom,

but again, nogreeting.

I walked arounda bit, then saw a man enter in a suit.

Two people wereon him immediately.

I continued tolook at the cars

and decided onthe one I liked.

I sat inside,feeling the real leather seats,

 and enjoying the classic style of the car.

Still no onebothered.

As bottled waterwas being offered to the man, I left.

I drove thirtymiles away to another dealership

 in a town close to the highway.

I got out of mycar. Immediately,

a man came overwith a water bottle,

and gave me hiscard,

and startedchatting nicely.

He applied nopressure,

and we talkedabout the features of the cars.

He invited meinto the showroom, and continued to chat.

I saw the samecar on the floor, and went to it,

he answered allmy questions.

I bought the carfrom him.

I asked them todeliver it to my parents house

with a giant bowon the roof in two weeks.

They did, and myparents were thrilled - and shocked.

I had just soldmy lawn care business

that I had sinceI was 11.

I had to add abit of cash of my own

to the car deal,but not much.

 I would not have been able to start mybusiness

 if my dad didn’t drive me to a used lawnmowerlot

on the side of aguys garage/house.

The man let metake the mower, and pay later

when I talkedsome people into

letting me takecare of their lawn, and trim/prune their trees.

The guy hadnever met me or my dad

but he waswilling to let me have the mower without money.

So i pruned thatmans trees for the favor,

he was shockedan 11-year-old knew how to prune trees.

So back to thecar….

Whenever the carcame due for maintenance,

the dealershipdelivered a loaner car to my parents,

did themaintenance, washed the car and cleaned the inside,

and delivered itback to my parents.

I was thankfulthe first dealership ignored me.

I paid areasonable price,

and my parentswere taken care of

by an honest andcaring dealership.

So it all workedout perfectly.
I joined the Navy.

Sometimes rude people do you a favor.