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"Hey." I was in a grocery store parking lot, so I thought it was someone calling to a friend or something. "Hey!" I turned around. It was a man in a bronze, 74 Cadillac, his hair combed over his head in thin wisps. He had on a white, unbuttoned shirt with the name Manny on the pocket. He was leaning out the window with his sunglasses on. "I see that scratch you got on your car there. Want me to take a look at it for ya?"
"Sure."
He put the car in park, opened the door, and slowly shuffled over to my car.
"Tell you what," he says, looking it over for a second. "I'll get this car fixed up right for you, for say... $100 bucks. Whaddya say?"
I looked at the scratch. It was a piece of molding that had been scraped clean while trying to pull into the tight space of our garage.
"You can fix the molding?" I asked him.
"I got a polymer in my car that'll fix it up nice and neat for ya."
"For $100 bucks?"
"For $100 bucks."
It was a good deal. I looked at the scratch a while longer and then asked, "How long do yo think it'll take?"
"Maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. I tell you what, you go do your errands, and I'll have it ready for you when you're done. Whaddya say?"
"Well, I have to get back to work..."
"No problem. I'll follow you over and we can do the deal there."
I looked at the scratch again. It felt a little funny leaving him with my car in the parking lot.
"Do you have a business card?"
"No business card," he said.
"What about a pen?"
"No pen."
"All right. Let me see if I can find one really quick and I'll get your number."
"It's 244-3000," he tells me.
"Let me just find a pen..."
"It's real simple to remember, just repeat it back to me. 244-3000."
"244-3000."
He put his hands out in the air towards me as if to say 'tada,' then got back in his car. "You call me," he said and drove off.
(To be continued)
"Sure."
He put the car in park, opened the door, and slowly shuffled over to my car.
"Tell you what," he says, looking it over for a second. "I'll get this car fixed up right for you, for say... $100 bucks. Whaddya say?"
I looked at the scratch. It was a piece of molding that had been scraped clean while trying to pull into the tight space of our garage.
"You can fix the molding?" I asked him.
"I got a polymer in my car that'll fix it up nice and neat for ya."
"For $100 bucks?"
"For $100 bucks."
It was a good deal. I looked at the scratch a while longer and then asked, "How long do yo think it'll take?"
"Maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. I tell you what, you go do your errands, and I'll have it ready for you when you're done. Whaddya say?"
"Well, I have to get back to work..."
"No problem. I'll follow you over and we can do the deal there."
I looked at the scratch again. It felt a little funny leaving him with my car in the parking lot.
"Do you have a business card?"
"No business card," he said.
"What about a pen?"
"No pen."
"All right. Let me see if I can find one really quick and I'll get your number."
"It's 244-3000," he tells me.
"Let me just find a pen..."
"It's real simple to remember, just repeat it back to me. 244-3000."
"244-3000."
He put his hands out in the air towards me as if to say 'tada,' then got back in his car. "You call me," he said and drove off.
(To be continued)