[williecoyote]

In the spring of 1982, after reading Car & Driver's road test of the forthcoming 944, I called the Porsche dealer in my home town, Raleigh. The head of sales said that "yes," he had one such car in stock, which was one of the first handful in the entire Southeast, but "no," he wouldn't hold it until I arrived home in two days. He also said that when I got there, to ask for him, and he would be glad to show it to me.
I showed up on Saturday morning in bare feet, ragged blue jeans, and a T shirt. A young salesman came up as I glanced at the BMWs. "Can I sell you one today?" he asked in a smart a$$ tone. "Nah, I don't really like these," I said, "do you have any Porsches?" "Maybe a 944?" I know he thought he was wasting his time, but he led me into the showroom, and got the key to open the car. He wouldn't let me drive the car, but I told him ,"Yeah I'll take it." at which point he about choked on his Egg McMuffin.
We filled out all the paperwork, but had to wait for the banks to open on Monday. That's when the head of sales showed up for work for that day.