The air at "Clem’s Kia Corner" didn't just smell like pine-scented cleaner and rubber; it smelled like desperation. Clem himself, wearing a tie that had seen better decades, stood atop a literal mountain of subcompact Kia Rios.
Arthur looked out his window at the two Kias huddled together in the rain. He realized BOGO was great for socks, okay for pizzas, but for mid-sized SUVs? It was just twice the reason to check your blind spot.
"Folks!" he screamed into a megaphone that crackled with static. "The factory sent me too many! My loss is your gain! It’s the Kia BOGO Bonanza! Buy one Sorento , get a Rio for your teenager, your mother-in-law, or just to use as a very large paperweight!"