Selling kenny's t-bird
My buddy Kenny had decided to sell his old Thunderbird. His family has a lot of cars, and his HOA wouldn't let him park it on the street. He tried to sell it himself, but it broke while the people where test driving it, so it didn't sell. Rather than fixing the simple problem that was already diagnosed, and would only take 20 min. to fix, he decided to let it sit for 3 weeks, inoperable. So eventually, I drove out to his house and did it for him.
Kenny knows I'm getting ready to head to TX to find work and a new place to live. He knew I could use a little extra money to cover the trip. He decided to let me sell his T-bird for him, he was busy most the week anyways. He was giving me most of the money for my trip. Granted the t-bird wasn't worth a fortune, $800 at bes. Currently in AZ it has been hard to sell a car. Craigslist used to have a buyer lined up in minutes for almost any running car under $1000. After almost 1 week, I found a buyer.
The buyer of the car didn't get there money until the end of that week, but they wanted that car. For $150 I agreed to hold the car until that weekend, and not sell it to someone else. Since no one else was still showing any real interest in the car, it was an easy agreement. They test drove the car, gave me the $100 and agreed to come back Friday to pay the rest and pick up the car.
That Friday 11am, they showed up with some guy to help them pay the rest of it. They payed for the car, took the car and left. Later I get a txt asking what the code was for the trunk, I told him. 5:30PM rolls around, and I'm in the process of making dinner, and my mom tells me the person who bought the car was at the front door. I threw a shirt on and answered the door.
"Guy" is standing there, all 5'4" 150lbs of him, demanding I give him a refund because the car had shut itself off a couple time (as I explained the faulty ignition switch would do both times before they bought it). I explained to him, just as I did the girl who bought the car a week earlier, that I had debts to pay, and some of them have been paid. Long story short is, Papa Smurf isn't getting a refund. He says I have 30 seconds to find his money. As I started to shut the door on him, he actually tried to grab me by the neck and pull me out of my own house. He couldn't reach my neck, and managed to grab my shirt and stretch it slightly. I removed his hand from my shirt, pushed him out of my house and closed the door with his little hobbit body trying to push it back open.
Called the cops on him, overall it was him and like 4 kids under 18, so I was just waiting for the pigs to show. Shortly before they get there, my oldest brother arrives, and is knocking on the front door. My mother yells "Fuck off" thinking it was papa smurf. Then my brother came to the back door that has a window, so we let him in. Apparently just as he pulled in the driveway, the cops showed up behind him and 3/4 kids booked it though my back yard running away. Papa smurf and one of the girls where still standing there.
The cops wrote a notice of trespass, Since the guy didn't manage to injure me or leave a mark, there was no evidence, so I may as well have made it all up.
All in all, they can deal with the car they bought, if they think they have problems with it now because a slight glitch in the ignition switch, just wait until they see how much work an '88 Thunderbird can be. Lucky, I didn't hit him, after seeing how useless the cops actually where. If I hurt the guy, and he didn't manage to hurt me, I would have gone to jail. But now that I have a trespass notice against him, if he returns, I can automatically assume he's aggressive and just put a bullet in his face, I'm tired of being nice to people who deserve to be killed.
Kenny knows I'm getting ready to head to TX to find work and a new place to live. He knew I could use a little extra money to cover the trip. He decided to let me sell his T-bird for him, he was busy most the week anyways. He was giving me most of the money for my trip. Granted the t-bird wasn't worth a fortune, $800 at bes. Currently in AZ it has been hard to sell a car. Craigslist used to have a buyer lined up in minutes for almost any running car under $1000. After almost 1 week, I found a buyer.
The buyer of the car didn't get there money until the end of that week, but they wanted that car. For $150 I agreed to hold the car until that weekend, and not sell it to someone else. Since no one else was still showing any real interest in the car, it was an easy agreement. They test drove the car, gave me the $100 and agreed to come back Friday to pay the rest and pick up the car.
That Friday 11am, they showed up with some guy to help them pay the rest of it. They payed for the car, took the car and left. Later I get a txt asking what the code was for the trunk, I told him. 5:30PM rolls around, and I'm in the process of making dinner, and my mom tells me the person who bought the car was at the front door. I threw a shirt on and answered the door.
"Guy" is standing there, all 5'4" 150lbs of him, demanding I give him a refund because the car had shut itself off a couple time (as I explained the faulty ignition switch would do both times before they bought it). I explained to him, just as I did the girl who bought the car a week earlier, that I had debts to pay, and some of them have been paid. Long story short is, Papa Smurf isn't getting a refund. He says I have 30 seconds to find his money. As I started to shut the door on him, he actually tried to grab me by the neck and pull me out of my own house. He couldn't reach my neck, and managed to grab my shirt and stretch it slightly. I removed his hand from my shirt, pushed him out of my house and closed the door with his little hobbit body trying to push it back open.
Called the cops on him, overall it was him and like 4 kids under 18, so I was just waiting for the pigs to show. Shortly before they get there, my oldest brother arrives, and is knocking on the front door. My mother yells "Fuck off" thinking it was papa smurf. Then my brother came to the back door that has a window, so we let him in. Apparently just as he pulled in the driveway, the cops showed up behind him and 3/4 kids booked it though my back yard running away. Papa smurf and one of the girls where still standing there.
The cops wrote a notice of trespass, Since the guy didn't manage to injure me or leave a mark, there was no evidence, so I may as well have made it all up.
All in all, they can deal with the car they bought, if they think they have problems with it now because a slight glitch in the ignition switch, just wait until they see how much work an '88 Thunderbird can be. Lucky, I didn't hit him, after seeing how useless the cops actually where. If I hurt the guy, and he didn't manage to hurt me, I would have gone to jail. But now that I have a trespass notice against him, if he returns, I can automatically assume he's aggressive and just put a bullet in his face, I'm tired of being nice to people who deserve to be killed.