I heard a story once, about a guy who went to a car dealer in worn-out jeans, to buy a car. The dealer barely gave him the time of day. I mean, hey, he didn’t look like he had enough money for a junker on the used car lot, let alone a “decent” car.
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The man, a millionaire looking for something to entertain himself with that day, went to another dealer. Later that day, he returned to the original car dealer, dressed just as he had been earlier, driving a brand new Porsche.
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How do you think the car dealer felt at that point? Similar to the movie, “Pretty Woman,” when Julia Roberts’ character says, “Big mistake. Big. Huge.”