The coffee car is gone. Not a month ago, it was ransacked, and I think the experience was too much for her.
Just a few days later, old Coffee Car had to see the doctor.
A diagnoses and subsequent treatment of Dysfunctional Starter and Battery set us back a few dollars.
It seems that, while additional repairs were not necessary at this very moment, we would likely shell out a few more greenbacks before the end of the calendar year.
The Short Goodbye
Politely we thanked the car repair guy and drove home in separate cars. I peeked in my rear-view mirror from time to time. I danced a bit for CJ’s amusement. I thought about things.
Brilliant ideas come to me when I dance and sing to Top 40s, and I nearly fell over myself getting out of the car to tell CJ my latest and greatest.
The only problem was that he beat me out of the car and, instead of allowing me to bestow upon him my Astounding Idea #6,413, my sweet poopsie declared,
Well, methinks this might put an end to the coffee car!
While one might think me deflated after being robbed of my spotlight moment, I rejoiced. There would be no need to throw myself on the ground or shake my fists at the heavens yelling, Why?! Why us! before presenting my case for selling old CC.
Agreed! Let us get on with it!
Who You Know
And so, wishing not to risk our lives by popping a price on the windshield or Craigslist, we decided to go with the sure bet. Sell it to the car guy.
Sir Jolly: Hello, Mr. Car Guy. This is CJ with the 1999 Chevy Malibu that you just fixed. Yes. Yes. We are interested in selling the car and wondered if you or someone you know might like it.
It is not difficult to imagine Car Guy’s heart rate increasing. He knows that the car, despite being a bit beyond her prime, has low mileage. I imagine him as he flexes his muscles in the reflection of the auto shop window and pauses to think, What complete buffoons to give this car up! before gathering himself and expressing his regret at just buying his teenage daughter a Pontiac.
Sir Jolly: Ah, your boss. Your boss, you say. He might be interested? Sounds good. Let us know.
Mere microseconds later in the grand scheme of things, we receive a call that the boss will see us tomorrow and is very, very interested.
Quelling the Second Guess
As we sat on our couch that evening, I decided to run the numbers. Armed with my calculator and a pen, I flipped through papers and clicked away.
Guess! Guess how much we’ve spent on car repairs alone not including car insurance and registration?
No! Just over $7,800!
One peaceful and complete night of sleep later, we met with the boss. It went well.
Obligatory jokes, a bit of spirited banter, and a few signatures later, we pulled away smiling and over 3,000 pounds lighter.
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