So I got a call yesterday morning as I was watching Milan-San Remo. It was my parents down in Florida, they said they had been paying bill and noticed that because of some abnormality in the payment schedule coinciding with a bonus we had enough money to buy a decent used car. They said they had already scoped out some, but they were all either crap or sold when they got there. They said they'd call back. 45 minutes later, another call. They had found one in Charlotte, about 1 1/2 hours south of here, and it was the right price and stuff. The pictures were only of the outside, so I had to go down there and decide if I wanted to buy it or not. I finished watching the race and went to the store. When I got back, I got another call. They were sending me details and I should check my email in a while. I took a nap. Upon waking up at around 2 (take note of these times), I checked my email and it wasn't there. I figured they were out doing something, so I watched Muppets From Space and called them at 4:00 wondering why they hadn't sent that email. They promptly responded by panicking slightly, but whatever. A plan was hatched in which I would leave to get the older younger one with the younger younger one in tow, then leave from there straight to Charlotte, so I would get there before 7:00 and I'd have plenty of time to look at the car. All I had to do was stop by Harris Teeter and receive the money from the Western Union thing there.
Yeah, that didn't work. My neighborhood location, the one where I average literally 8 visits a week, couldn't do it. They wanted to, but there just wasn't enough money in the registers to cover the whole sum, or they totally would have given me all of it. So they gave me $500 and two checks and sent me to a different location. That location could only give $450, but that was still something, and left me with only one check. For $1000 dollars. Apparently, that was a bad thing, because the next two locations I went to could not cash a check that large. I had to go to the big flagship store, where what I am sure was a mix of my desperation and their pity convinced the employees to cash it, but only after calls to the manager, the original store, the president, the CIA, and the leaders of three world religions. So now I had the money. But it was 6:30. So back in the car, get the one brother, then haul *** to Charlotte. It was dark when I got there, but I inspected the car, took it for a brief drive, and paid the man. Then we got to drive around Charlotte for a while, finally find our way out, eat a very late supper at an exit, and boring night drive home. The car did very well, and I went to sleep a tired but happy guy. And I even got to keep $100.
(Yes, I leave a Star Wars-themed toy at his grave every Christmas.)
