Charlie lived in Melbourne and in his youth was a surfer. So he owned a van.
It was fairly large and he would camp in it beside beaches.

One day a colleague not long married asked Charlie if he would mind helping shift furniture to the colleague's new home on a Saturday. So he arrived about 9 on the Saturday morning to find the colleague not there, but his wife said that he would be back soon, he'd just gone out to get something.

The something turned out to be a far larger van than Charlie's, big enough for dual wheels on the back. So between the two of them they moved everything in one trip.

When it was all in the new home and the woman was out of earshot, the colleague asked if Charlie minded following him while he returned the big van. "You can come in too, but don't say anything".

So Charlie followed the big van. Right to a used commercial vehicle sales yard.

"Thanks for the test drive mate but the missus and I have decided it's too big, we're going to buy that one over there off this bloke."
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 11:25, 2 replies)

That
Is totally how to do it.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 11:31, closed)

Love it.
Our old band manager used to do a similar thing. He'd go and 'test drive' brand new Mercs etc... when he knew he had a bigger meeting for bigger gigs and needed to look the part. He'd argue that he'd need it for the weekend as he couldn't possibly tell if it was what he needed in 30 mins or so with a standard test drive.

He'd get it every time.
(dchurch bah, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 11:31, closed)