So this evening I was driving through Chick-fil-A for my little sandwich. I get up to the window, and a guy leans past the lady trying to serve me.
"I'll give you $700 cash for your car," he says.
I shake my head. "I love my car."
"A thousand. Cash!" He shook his money clip encouragingly.
"I love my car!"
"I love my car too!"
"Why do you want my car?" I ask, genuinely curious. I mean, I love her because she's reliable and very well-behaved and good-looking and generally a ladylike vehicle, and also because Daddy and Grandad helped me pick her out. But she's not new and snazzy, and furthermore she hasn't been washed in months. People don't usually fall all over themselves to get their paws on her.
"Because your car doesn't need a new transmission!"
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