Vultures and other predators

so...I now have the very unfortunate task of trying to buy a car. Now, I only have a spending limit of about $5000 (yea, I know that's not a whole lot, but I like small car payments, get off my back) , so it's unlikely that I'll find a vehicle of this price in your typical bigwhig car lot. But...just in case I thought I'd just breeze through a few lots to see what they had to offer. Didn't want to talk to anyone..just look. So I opted to not stop the car at all, just keep rolling right in, then right out. One of the lots I went to I was on my way out and had to stop because there was a tow truck in front of me waiting to turn left. I figured I'd be safe since I was on my way. I looked left and there was some strapping young lad with a chester cheetah grin heading in my direction. I immediately started to roll up my window, but I wasn't fast enough. He hand was already inside as he chirped "well hello there, my name is skip(or something like that), How are you today? We sure appreciate you stopping in to look. What kinda vehicle you looking for? What was your last car? Well we have this nice 07 grand am here....." and so on and so on...dribble dribble dribble. By the end of it he took my number in case he found a car he thought might work for me (but didn't write down the kind of car I wanted since I didn't actually tell him) and he gave me his card. Told me if I found something I liked on any of the four patterson lots to give him a call and he would come over and help me. in other words "I claim this commission in the name of SKIP!"

really...i just wanted to look.