Thump by Graham Bowlin

“When you called me man, I just couldn’t believe it,” Ray said into the bastard sun slicing through the windshield of the floor model Dodge Ram. “Never figured I’d even drive one of these. Forget owning.”

“If this is the one that you want,” the Salesman said. “You got an entire showroom to test drive, buddy.”

“Outta all the people, you called me. Just totally random?”

“Completely. Now maybe blue eyed Lisa saw your name, got all tingled, and pulled you outta the hat on purpose.”

The guys laughed, especially Ray.

“She does love a man in a big truck. Remember that when you’re choosing.” The Salesman checked his hair in the rearview. Smiled at himself. “Glad you turned out to be cool. We do contests like this off and on. You know, random? And sometimes these guys show up and they are assholes. Like, ass. Hole. You know?”