Signs

I shop for a new car. I enter the show room and find a car blocking my way. It has a sign that reads “Congratulations to family Something-or-other for purchasing this brand new model X.”

The car has its hood popped and a mechanic is frantically trying to get it started with a portable car battery.

30 minutes pass and I’m still kept waiting while the mechanic and two sales drones figure out how to start the damn thing.

Good signs these are not.