Joy of Writing, Story Five - But It's Rose?

The General Motors dealership was just down the road, so instead of getting a drive she walked there to pick up the new Corvette that she had been informed had finally arrived on the last transport. She had special ordered the car months ago with the exact options she wanted and was looking forward to the looks she would get driving around in her fancy new car. 

It took her 20 minutes to get there but she knew that driving that lovely car back would be more than enough reward for the walk. She found herself looking at every car parked on the side of the road as she made her way to the dealership. 

A Mustang . . . no big deal, 

A Cadillac,  . .so what . . . . ,

An Acura, . . . damn imports,

An old blue something  . . . . who cares, I don’t even now what it is. 

She had dissed fifteen cars before she reached the dealership. 

It took her a few minutes to find her salesperson who was chatting up another prospective customer, and she was a bit upset when she wasn’t recognized right away . . . Really, don’t they keep track of their important customers . . . especially the ones buying fancy Corvettes. 

“Yes Lucy, your car is all ready to go, it’s out back all prepped, cleaned, polished, and warmed up, lets go check it out.” The salesperson said proudly.”I’m sure you will be very happy with it.”

They walked through the showroom and around the side of the building to the back lot, where her new red Corvette was supposed to be waiting. She looked left and right and did not see any red cars. There was two Corvettes but none that were red.

“I don’t see my car.” Lucy exclaimed, “Where is it?”

The salesperson pointed over to a large black pickup, “Yea, it’s right there behind the truck.”

Lucy walked over and there was a Corvette there all right . . . a bright pink one.

“What do you mean, that is not the car I ordered!”,  she exclaimed angrily. 

“Yes it is, that is your car, that is what you ordered.“.

“No, I specially ordered a bright red Corvette and that one is definitely pink.”

The Salesperson pulled out an order form and read the order, “Yes, it says right here you ordered the bright rose colour option, and that was a special order so you have to take it. “

“But roses are red;  violets are blue, I thought bright rose was red”.