Carlos saw a vintage pickup truck stop in front of his shop. A gorgeous tall woman wearing black leather pants and top got out of the truck, walked around it and headed towards his shop. He switched his attention from the shiny truck and back to the woman.
The door’s chime dinged and a velvety voice asked, "Are you Carlos Salado?"
"That's me!" He answered excitedly. "How can I serve you? By the way, that's a hell of a truck you drive, señorita!"
"It is Indeed. I can tell you have good taste. I only wish your taste matched your credit score," she said leaning on the counter and dropping a writ of execution.
"Wait a minute, don't tell me you're a collector. You can't...I promised to...I don't have the money. How can I?" Carlos rambled uselessly.
"Spare me your explanations. I'm just the executor," said the woman dryly extending a hand.
"You're the Devil, that's who you are! Carlos snapped.
"We'll take that banana sitting out there," the collector said forcing a smile.
"This is so unfair!" Carlos panted pacing aimlessly in the small shop. "Do you see any customers? We are not selling shit. How can I pay if we are not making any money?"
"Sorry," said the collector leaving the shop and throwing the yellow van's keys to an assisstant who had just come out of the orange truck. "Doing my job," she added prancing to her truck.
"About your tangerine, by the way," Carlos yelled. "That's an ugly mother fucking truck!
Thanks for your reading
This was my entry to @mariannewest and @felt.buzz’s 5-Minute Daily Freewrite: Monday Prompt: an ugly truck. You can see the details here
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