Car Dealership Manager Kicks Out Michael Jordan, Unaware He Is The New Owner
The sun cast golden rays over the bustling streets of downtown Chicago as Michael Jordan stepped out of his sleek black SUV. Dressed in a simple tracksuit and a pair of his iconic Air Jordans, he exuded an effortless confidence. His six-foot-six frame was impossible to ignore, but today, he wasn’t playing basketball or endorsing a brand. Instead, he was on a mission to inspect his latest investment—a luxury car dealership he had quietly purchased.
Jordan had always been a car enthusiast. Throughout his career, he had amassed a collection of high-end sports cars, SUVs, and classic automobiles. When the opportunity arose to buy a well-established dealership in Chicago, he didn’t hesitate. It was the perfect addition to his growing business empire. But rather than arriving with an entourage or announcing himself as the new owner, he decided to visit in a low-key manner, curious to see how the dealership operated when no one knew who he was.
As he walked into the showroom, the polished floors gleamed under the bright lights. Luxury cars lined the space, each with a price tag that would make most people’s jaws drop. A few sales associates were engaged with potential customers, but Jordan noticed a few eyes flicking toward him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
A sharply dressed man, presumably the manager, approached Jordan with a scrutinizing gaze. His nametag read “Richard Collins.” He was a middle-aged man with neatly combed hair and a crisp suit, the kind of person who prided himself on professionalism and efficiency. However, he also had a tendency to judge customers based on appearances.
“Can I help you?” Collins asked, his tone bordering on impatient.
Jordan glanced at a stunning red Ferrari and ran his fingers along its sleek hood. “Yeah, I was looking to check out a few cars. Maybe take one for a test drive.”
Collins narrowed his eyes. “Do you have an appointment?”
Jordan shook his head. “No, I just wanted to stop by and see what’s available.”
Collins exhaled sharply. “Sir, we cater to serious buyers. If you’re just looking, perhaps you should try another dealership.”
Jordan raised an eyebrow, amused by the manager’s dismissive attitude. “And how do you know I’m not serious?”
Collins folded his arms. “Because in my experience, serious buyers don’t walk in off the street wearing sweats and sneakers.”
A few sales associates exchanged nervous glances. Some recognized Jordan but hesitated to speak up. They watched as their manager continued his condescending lecture.
“Look, I don’t mean to be rude,” Collins continued, “but this is a high-end establishment. Our cars start at six figures. If you’re just here to take selfies or window-shop, I’d appreciate it if you left.”
Jordan chuckled. “So you’re saying I don’t look like someone who can afford these cars?”
Collins scoffed. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Now, if you don’t mind—”
Before he could finish, another voice interrupted. “Mr. Jordan! What an honor to see you here!”
A young employee named Jake hurried over, practically tripping over himself in his excitement. He was one of the newer hires but knew exactly who he was dealing with.
Collins frowned. “Wait, you know him?”
Jake nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! This is Michael Jordan! The greatest basketball player of all time!”
Collins’ face paled. “What?”
Jordan smirked. “Yeah, that Michael Jordan.”
The realization hit Collins like a freight train. He had just insulted and tried to kick out his new boss. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as panic set in.
“M-Mr. Jordan, I-I didn’t recognize you,” he stammered. “Please, I didn’t mean any offense.”
Jordan folded his arms. “So, what you’re saying is, if I were just a regular guy, you’d still treat me like that?”
Collins opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out. The staff and customers were now watching the scene unfold, and the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Jordan sighed, shaking his head. “See, that’s the problem. You judged me based on what I was wearing instead of how I carried myself. That’s not the kind of culture I want in my dealership.”
Collins swallowed hard. “I-I can change. I’ll do better.”
Jordan studied him for a moment before speaking. “I’m not interested in excuses. I need employees who treat every customer with respect, whether they’re wearing a suit or sweats.”
A long silence followed. Collins’ fate was clear.
Turning to Jake, Jordan clapped him on the back. “You, on the other hand, know how to treat people. Consider yourself promoted.”
Jake’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Thank you, Mr. Jordan!”
Jordan nodded, then looked around at the rest of the staff. “Let this be a lesson to everyone. This dealership is about excellence—not just in the cars we sell but in the way we treat people. Understood?”
A collective “Yes, sir!” rang through the showroom.
With that, Jordan turned back to the red Ferrari. “Now, about that test drive…” he said with a grin.
And just like that, Michael Jordan had not only set the tone for his new business but had also reminded everyone that respect and humility were just as valuable as luxury and prestige.
