Anyway, aftermath, spoken from perspectives of two different individuals in two different time periods, neither of which is named Mrdja.
Oh, also for understandable reasons assume that language of bork is used, as Knug would refer to Swedish.
Aftermath
Guests
Some vehicle had entered parking lot.
It didnt belong to any which we may service and, considering its pristine condition, its users were unlikely to swap.
Something wasnt exactly right: they are actually looking at that old Saguaro we have on used cars lot.
This was interesting behaviour and so, my charming personality jumped into action, moving from excuse of chair we had at that point.
“I see you are interested in one of our offers…planning for winter beater?”
“Can be said, but no. We actually have in plans to do something else…Project is rather exciting but we kinda need some well-used machine to fulfill it”
“You had, then, arrived to right place. That Saguaro is pretty solid option i would say.”
“We think so too, looks like scaled-down muscle wagon. Also this amount of wear and tear is acceptable by us: we are looking at used cars after all”
“Ah nice to hear that. Can i be of any help?”
“We might want to look at service history of the car, also some more data about car itself would be very welcome. And by that i mean very basic specs”
I knew exactly what kind of papers will be needed here, so i went to search for them.
Sure enough, i found them at my table…suspiciously surrounded by crayons.
Thought nothing of it, and returned to potential customers with it in tow.
“Gentleman, i present to you documents. We gathered basic info and service history in this folder.”
Folder exchanged hand and got opened, with fair bit of chuckle.
“Are you always this creative with this stuff?”
In horror, i realised what crayons were doing there…he will get a sound beating out of this, i sensed it.
And yes, they also realised how much of failed parent i am, according to their looks of acceptance.
“Shall we move on? Its fairly scribbled around, but readable.”
“Uh…ok i guess…i shouldnt have left my son alone at my desk…sorry for that…”
“Sure…its regularly serviced atleast, although not necessarilly with adequate parts (looking at mismatched headlight)
Fuel economy, service cost numbers and asked price are tad bit too high to our taste”
“Really? Im sure we can work something out…”
“Probably would, but we are yet to check another 5 cars…besides, we are but a lowly interns of our group.
Higher-ups decide and they are ones that will decide on test drives
Fking cheapskates and their < Well you are already going through that area so might as well gather some info >…anyway enough of my rambling”
He returned me opened folder of embarassment and took small notebook and pencil and meticulously written down contents of said folder.
My shivering hands yearned for heat and, to be honest, prob of anger.
I was allowed to close offending folder and they packed their stuff.
That was it, or so i thought…
I dont recall boss being this RED in the face.
I dont recall words that were said.
What i do recall…he decided to check on the folder, after customers decided our offer isnt gonna cut it.
Someone is GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!!!
HONEY IM HOME
My entrance call had echoed through the house after being on work-related trip for a week, attracting attention of my, by now, wife of 6 years.
It also atttracted attention of our daughter being 5 and…HIM.
Flood had started at appearance of his 2y old persona
“YOU!! I TOLD YOU MANY MANY TIMES TO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING
AND WHAT DID YOU DO
EXACTLY THAT
IF IM NOT GETTING FIRED OVER YOUR MISBEHAVIOUR CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY, YOUNG MAN”
His sister was crying, HE was crying, my wife too.
I slammed my work room shut, THUD echoing through house but even more in my ears…
After several hours, doorhandle started to wiggle around. Half a minute later, Pampers-clad individual had managed to enter room.
I looked at him
He looked at me
“Dad, im sorry.”
"Your sorry solves absolutely nothing in this situation.
Our potential customer likely assumed im total idiot
My boss likely thinks im idiot
Everyone that saw our ad likely thinks < What kind of idiot slept on keyboard> "
“I just wanted to help…”
“I dont need your help. Now get lost.”
Indeed did so and i havent seen him for better part of week.
Present
Leather of my office chair creaked as i adjusted my position.
Its hard to believe how much this place changed over the course of 25 years.
Despite being only 27, i was able to follow the progress due to fact my father worked…well, exactly here where im currently seated.
I was currently checking on the lineup of cars we have in inventory.
My heart sank when we got to item titled SaguaroFailedStar.
I remember vaguely how interesting it was to wait on that sitcom Familjen Medelsvensson if im not mistaken.
Weirdly enough, even tho even then i was obsessed with cars, i cant really recall car used there by dad of that family.
I always connected that sitcom with very old Saguaro wagon we have in parking lot…for very good reason.
That reason was solidified as i took a glance at 2.5 decade old document, with fair few strikes of crayon inflicted by 2y old myself.
I remember…enough.
“Hey, i need your help, young man” man in his 50s peeked into my office.
“Ironic. Remember that conversation we had about this?” throwing folder on table.
Dad had seriously tried to piece together what exactly i asked of him, visibly failing.
“I scribbled on some documents and you ended up being very angry.”
“That…really doesnt narrow as much as you think it does. You were always trying to help, mainly putting ME in problematic situations”
“Leaving 2y old unsupervised didnt really help”
ENOUGH. IF YOU TWO DECIDE TO START SOME FAMILY DISCUSSION ON JOB I SWEAR…argh im too old for this.
“This discussion includes you as well.”
Old man had glanced at folder. His physicality was inevitably ruined by fact he is now in his 80s, but memory was as sharp as ever.
“I cant tell who fked me up the most: you, you or that car. Its very close call.”
“Im still in impression that such title is to be held by your wife.”
“Yes, but im not working with her.”
“You arent working full stop. Only thing you do is scream sometimes at first person that makes you cranky”
“Or complain about how 70s were nicer times and 2022 is shit. During 70s you couldnt buy armchair with massage function.”
“You smug kid…anyway im gonna need to visit my office, its time for my medicine to be taken.”
Dad and i were now again looking at each other, only to burst out laughing.
(Pitbull’s “Hotel room service” had anounced itself.)
My work phone is ringing.
I answered.
Voice had spoken
“Hello we are interested in seeing what kind of cars you have. We are at your dealership in about 2 hours.”
“Ok, will be sure to meet you up…i just need to…organize something on my side”
“Fair enough.”
I settled down in my chair back again and decided to get back to work, which wasnt much of work anyway.
Traversing Youtube:
"Oh my god, thats brutal! Aaand Urbana is out of race…these hosts really werent very skilled in picking out good cars…last few years anyway.
I wonder what will be entered this year?