When Christine Schoefer decides to help her husband buy a truck, her way with words makes all the difference.
“I want this truck,” my husband shouted when I came through the front door. Proper greetings have never been his strong suit. I walked over and saw a white pickup on his laptop screen. Armin read the specifications that so impressed him. “A sixteen-year-old truck with just 25,000 miles on it is unheard of,” he said. “And it’s only $12,500 dollars.”
His excitement dimmed as he told me that the owner hadn’t responded to his emails; he assumed the truck had sold immediately. “I really wanted it,” he said after a while. Past tense. He’d given up.
My husband rarely wants anything, so I decided to help him get the truck. Once I found the listing on my own laptop, I reached out. “Hello there! Your truck is my dream come true. Is it still available? If yes, could I come and see it?”
The reply popped up immediately. “Tell me why this is your dream come true.” I wrote back: “My husband has been looking for a pick up like this to transport materials for his solar projects. So far, he’s had no luck. This would make him very happy.”