The three female sales reps were busy fawning over a plump middle-aged man, ignoring us completely.
“Are you really buying a Maserati?” Nancy asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
“Absolutely, we’re buying it!” I said, giving her a reassuring pat.
She snapped out of her daze, eagerly inspecting the Maserati and about to open the door.
Suddenly, a voice called out, “Ladies, don’t get too close! You can’t just touch the car.”
A sales rep hurried over to stop us.
I raised an eyebrow. Now they decide to show up.
“It’s fine. We’re here to buy this car today,” Nancy said politely.
The sales rep looked us up and down, sneering as she said, “Ladies, this car costs nearly $2 million. Are you sure you’re serious?”
Wow, I didn’t expect to face such blatant discrimination in a big store.
Maybe I would have backed down before, but now, I couldn’t spend the money fast enough.
Feeling confident, I looked her straight in the eye. “What? We can’t touch it? It’s on display, isn’t it? Plus, we haven’t said we’re not buying. Can’t we at least have a look?”