So I |1| into the car |2| and start looking at all the |3| |4|-door sport cars. As soon as I get to the |5| |6| Corvette, a car salesman |7| over my way. He is wearing a very bad |8|, |9| |10|. His |11|, |12| and |13|-striped |14| hurts my eyes. His |15| is the most |16| shade of |17| I've ever seen. His dark |18| |19| looks well-worn. He |20| his |10| and says, "It's a beauty, ain't it?" I |21|, non-committed.
"I'm buying this sports car," I announce. He tells me the |6| `Vette is the |22| car on the lot. "Wanna go for a spin?" asks the |23| salesman, tossing me the keys. "Yes and I'll take it," I say.
Since the `Vette's |24| is down, I |25| over the |26| and sit down in the driver's seat. Before the salesman can say anything else, I put the key in the ignition, |27| the car into reverse and |28| the |29|. In the |30|, I see the salesman standing in the |31| I've just left.
I |32| put on my |33| and stretch my |34| on top of the `Vette's window. I make a left turn at the next light and head toward |35| to show off. I hit 90 mph. Heads are turning. Everybody is |36| at me. I feel great...until I realize the cops are behind me. Reluctantly, I pull over. "License and registration," demands the cop. "I just bought this; it's my first car," I say, trying to |37|. "You should have bought a slower car, pal," says the cop, without a smile, handing me a ticket.
Fortunately, at the next light, the |38| |39| in the sexy |40| saunters over to my `Vette and asks for a ride...to |41|. "|42| in," I say, grinning again.