The idea seemed sane enough: if we (by which I mean “they,” since this didn’t happen to me) actually had a car here, we could sell more car stereos, since shoppers would be able to hear the equipment in its proper environment.
A deal was struck with an automaker, and as the new store began to take shape, the contractor was called in to remove one of the pillars near the entrance so that the car could be moved into the store.
He declined, and of course store staff wanted to know why:
“You don’t have a car.”
Patiently the staff explained the deal with the automaker and how everything was supposed to go.
“But you don’t have a car.”
“It will be here soon.”
“Uh, no, it won’t. It’s on the bottom of the ocean.”
Last I heard, salvage operations were continuing.