Well, I had a brief stint working as a car saleswoman at a Ford dealership, and we were the one of the only dealerships in the province to carry the Shelby GT500, the souped up, super fast version of a Mustang. Obviously it was the big, special thing to sell. There was a whole Shelby showroom. The commission was the highest and whenever someone sold one, they became a rockstar for a little while. So obviously I wanted to sell one.
This one is particularly special because it's actually how I met the love of my life. He worked at the dealership in the detailing department. I'd seen him around and thought he was really cute, but we'd never really spoken. Anyways, I had this very rich, very busy, very demanding man come in to buy the Shelby for cash, but he wanted it ready the same day he bought it which is usually impossible. But my wonderful detailer ran around like a madman to make it happen. He flirted with me a little in the showroom while he was driving the car out. And then afterwards, he called my work phone and left a message asking me "how my delivery went" and saying to call him.
And the rest is history :)