Hey folks,

This is my first FR. Also this is a new user account because my old username was too close to my real name. I'm in a LTR, but I run harmless game because it's fun and I like to know 'I still got it.'

Dropped off the whip at the dealership a few days ago to get some minor body work done (damn that tree stump just off the side of my driveway). Got a call a few days later and dropped by the dealership after work to grab the chariot.

At my dealership (MB) there's a service reception counter manned by two HB7s (perhaps HB8s if you're feeling generous but let's just call them 7's). Both of them were early-30's, well dressed business attire (grey slacks and white button down shirts, conservative hair) staying busy on the phones. I guess you could consider them hired guns because they're fairly attractive and have to deal with a ton of AMOGs / Rich Douche Bags.

I work in tech so there's no dress code - I arrived wearing new balance kicks, blue khakis and a golf shirt. Also let's not forget my man purse (I have no fucks to give) and "lunch bag" (used white retail shopping bag, super ghetto with a grease stain from my dirty tupperware). I'm also 29 so I'm not their average customer.

First thing's first - I approached with a big smile and gave them my name so they could get a "car jockey" to bring down the hoopdee. It was obvious a huge thunderstorm was coming, so the first thing I asked was whether they brought their umbrellas to work. Noticed that HB7A was itching her nose, and I started teasing her a bit about it. "Your secret thunderstorm sense." I told her she looked really cute and all I wanted to do was scratch her nose for her. I asked if they get a lot of douche bag customers being rude to them and so forth, and HB7B told me she often deals with drunk rich dudes trying to run game (drunk? really?).

Next I found out their credit card reader was broken, and they had to process the transaction with a paper record. Out comes the slidey-machine. Told them about my fond memories of my mom paying for cabs with the slidey-machines when I was a little kid and transitioned to my natural interest in the cab industry. Her slidey-machine was also on the fritz and I told her she was like the modern day MacGyver as she scraped her pen across the paper receipt with my card under it. She said, "Who's MacGyver?" I stared her in utter disbelief and told her MacGyver is the world's great detective and she needs to watch more vintage TV.

At a certain point HB7B started the whole, "You're really funny. I bet you're fun to hang out with" thing and I knew I was good to go. HB7A said, "feel free to go look at some cars, yours should be ready soon." I replied by saying, "Yeah ok it can be like a game of hide and go seek. You have to come and find me. It'll be super fun. I might be in a trunk." She liked that.

I sauntered over to the back of the showroom and saw a fairly good looking (another HB7) Sales Associate. I asked her some silly questions about the new C400 (what's up with that tacked-on display, looks like a glued on iPad knockoff) before I realized she had a cool accent. I told her I had zero interest in buying a car (waiting for maintenance) but we should keep talking because it was fairly empty. I asked her where she was from and responded that she grew up in Cairo before moving to Canada for University.

As soon as she told me those two details it was over. She crossed from the "professional" frame to the "non-professional" frame. So I just showed insane interest in Cairo and what it was like growing up there and what was the economy like for educated people and jobs and culture and just tell me everything. She had anime eyes going pretty hard after ten minutes of genuine wonder and excitement about her story.

At this point, HB7B was walking over towards us, and she approached, seeing her competition smiling and laughing, and told me the ride was ready. Cue awkward eye contact between HB7B and Sales Associate. I said thanks and she left. At this point, I told Sales Associate that she was awesome and I loved our conversation. She should give me her number so we could talk more about all of it. First number closed.

Next, left the showroom and walked back to the service counter to say thanks. Looked at HB7B (I liked her better than HB7A) and told her she was awesome and would love to hang out and scratch her nose sometime (right in front of her friend, who cracked a big smile). She said, "Are you sure? Looks like you got along with Sales Associate pretty well." I just said,"Do you blame her? Your friend also thinks I'm fun." Number 2 closed.

I deleted them both when I got in my car. Like I said, I'm in a LTR. But it felt great.

TL;DR - Dropped off car for service. Gave no fucks and had lots of fun. Picked up the car a few days later, along with a Service Receptionist and Sales Associate.