It was on eBay. The last day of the auction, last week, Tuesday or Wednesday, we get a nibble. The guy comes out, checks out the car, it’s his dream car, he wants it. He needs to talk it over with his wife.
The asking price was $10,000.00. Monday, he says “how about $8,500.00?” Brian said “how about $9,500.00?” The guy said “how about $9,000.00?” Brian thought it over for a day. We need the space (remember, Brian’s closing his rented shop and bringing everything home; we never drive the car anymore, but it’s still registered and insured). Okay. Sold.
He calls the guy. Tells him. This was Tuesday. The buyer said “I need a day to get the money from the bank.” Then it was “I have a meeting at three Friday, let’s get this done before then.”
He doesn’t call yesterday until late in the afternoon. He told Brian that it’s just not coming together for him, and if he’s having so much trouble getting out here to get the car, he figures that it’s just not meant to be.
So, a week and a half wasted.
What a flake.
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