Beaner, we miss you too. We have had lots of rain here, but summer is right around the corner. Last night, BJ and I had a bad experience with this really creepy guy who wanted to buy Grace's old car. He suckered Michael in with tales of woe. He told Michael that he needed a car title for his daughter to get a job. The daughter had 3 small mouths to feed. He flew in from Nevada to help her find a car, that the place where she was going to work wanted to see a car title before they gave her the job... sounds fishy??? Michael believes everything he says and makes plans for BJ to meet him after work last night, in front of our house. We originally were asking $1100 for the car, not a bad deal for a 2002 Pontiac. This jerk wants to pay $200, he is claiming all these things are wrong with the car. He finally says he will pay $400. BJ meets him, he is rude and obnoxious to BJ and even tells her something like she will go to hell if she doesn't sell him the car for his poor daughter. We are not dumb... BJ snatches a picture of his license plate on her blackberry. She agrees to take $400, but he has to give up his personal info, he opens his wallet real fast so that BJ can't read it... We get these forms and are going to make him fill out the forms so that we can mail them in to the title office showing that the car was sold. He immediately gets on his cell phone and talks, talks, talks, never signs the papers. We could tell he was stalling - he didn't want to deal with BJ, just gullible Michael (who, by this time is accusing BJ and me of not having a heart and not wanting to help the poor daughter). BJ comes back in the house - this whole fiasco is taking a long time. I get pissed and I go outside and tell him the sale is off and to leave our property immediately.
Did you ever get a bad vibe from a person, they just emit this bad, weird feeling, you know he is up to no good?? That's how I felt, I got the creeps when I looked at him - as Mom would say, he made my skin crawl...
We were totally creeped out. I had Michael move the car to the back of our house, behind the fence - I am afraid the creep will come back.
The punchline - or the really icky part - of this story. BJ says to him "what kind of a job does your daughter have that is making her show that she has a car title?" - Answer: selling cosmetics door to door.
Was he a scam artist, or what? I think he wanted the title to go to one of those "title loan" places, get money on the title and then dump the car, leaving in in the name of the Martins...
I feel good about throwing the creep out - but now we are back to square one, selling Grace's car. Wish us luck.