April 12th, 2003


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Sold my ancient car for $700 today to some folks in the next apartment building. She spoke some English... I don't think he spoke any. But we got along okay. Their attempts to beat my price down were comical.
Let's face it -- bluebook on the car is $1030, so $700 is a steal. I just wanted to get rid of it, so I set a low price; that doesn't mean I want to haggle about it. Eventually, this gets through to them.
Then she says, "Ok, I can give you $500 now, and then $200 tomorrow."
I say, "Just bring the whole $700 tomorrow."
We shake hands.
A couple hours later, I get a phone call:
"I sorry. I have $500 now. I can only get $100 more tomorrow. $600."
"When can you get $700?"
"I sorry. I only have $600."
"I'm sorry too, cause the car costs $700."
"When can you give me $700?"
"Ten minutes okay?"
Ten minutes later, she drops $700 cash in my palm.

Her husband had tattoos up and down his arms, so if there are any complaints, I told him that my posse's got my back. That's you, oh my brothers.