Blue Hard Nose Wolf

What a day! Filled with so many things. Large and small purchases, packed schedules, and others waiting for your arrival, but you’re waiting. Waiting on that dreaded sales man to just shut the fuck up and put pen to paper quicker than that mouth be moving. Yeah, we have all been there. The anticipation fever, the irritation of a friendly conversation of a sales man you are not quite sure if he’s doing his job or he genuinely likes sharing so much.

Leg shaking, your partner in crime is losing patience quicker than you are, which you are finding just as entertaining. Passive aggressive comments, turning a bit more aggressive to get us moving so we can boogie. Don’t get me wrong, our sales guys were exceptional in taking care of us; this is merely us suffering from the anticipation fever of a large purchase and the itch to ride. While Chick was waiting for me to finish the paperwork for my motorcycle. I learned an interesting lesson in life that it’s taken about 40 years to sink in when it comes to getting our dedicated and gifted sales men to move faster, and of course this lesson was gracefully delivered by my favorite elder Chick Clearview.

She pops back in her chair next to me with a new lil change purse, the blue wolf, she’s been on this mission for awhile. She finally got it handled, but we are moving into our “We don’t give a fuck” stage. We are a bit deliriously fed up with sitting, listening, and waiting. So she starts wrenching on her new change purse to break it in, we are talking about how much we love it, how she wants it in her back pocket for riding, and I notice how hard the nose is, and we are laughing and carrying on, figuring out and solving problems to our new dilemma while the sales guy keeps doing his sales guy routine. She’s obviously taking out the frustration of waiting on the change purse and I am eating this shit up. It’s always a toss up between us who is going to lose their shit first, and today it’s Chick. Why I find this entertaining, and why she does when the tables are turned, I really don’t know. I pop in with the comment your gunna have to really work that or your going to have that hard nose up your ass. Chick laughs while quick-wittedly replying "not the only thing I’ve had up my ass.”

I’ll tell you what our sales guys back straightened, he went quiet, and shit started moving quicker than it had that whole time we were there. We were dying laughing. I mean Chick is pushing 70, I am fresh to 40, our ages and family history, medically speaking, our asses have been around. God knows what he was thinking or biting his tongue about, but lesson learned today is: nothing moves things along like making someone uncomfortable without explanation, letting those poor saps think whatever they want about your ass. ;)

I highly recommend our tortured very professional sales gentlemen, again it’s our suffering from anticipation fever that causes the discomfort of our frustration in this situation. The itch to ride makes time drag when it's riddled with anticipation.