'Cause I’m bewildered…
We need a vehicle. We look on Craigslist, among other sites. See vehicle, nicely but not unbelievably priced (a bit more than at the auction house, less than at the used car dealers), private seller selling it because of “a divorce,” lives about 5 miles away
We’re interested in purchasing said vehicle. Call the owner, can we see the vehicle? The vehicle is currently 30 miles away, taken there by seller’s employee. Probably not going to be back with it until late, he’ll call us tomorrow. Does he have the title? Absolutely. Is it clear? You betcha. Okay, call us tomorrow.
Today (tomorrow) my other half called him again while I was at work. Can he come see the vehicle? He can catch a cab and come over whenever. Oh, the car’s not around, but The Guy (the employee, I guess) can bring it over on his way back later. 1:30, 2ish. So my partner gives him the main intersection closest to us, not the address.
'Round 'bout 3:00 when I get home, there’s still no sign of The Guy or the vehicle. Call again. Oh, it’s at the intersection of This and That, if we want to go meet The Guy and look at it. Sure, okay, so we hop in my car and head over.
No Guy, no vehicle. Text, call. Oh, it’s over at the intersection of Something and Other, at the gas station, about 3 miles away. We drive over. No Guy, no vehicle, no gas station. Call, text, WTF? Oh, they’re about two blocks south at the gas station there. We’re getting grumpy and suspicious, but what the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound, off we go.
There was a gas station there, but no Guy, no vehicle.
Lather, rinse repeat twice more before I said, Fuck This and texted the owner that we were done. If he wanted/had a vehicle to sell, he’d bring it to the fast food restaurant at the main intersection near our place. If not, have a nice life.
Dinner time, text: Guy’s on his way to the fast food place near us. Fine, text us when he’s there, with the vehicle in PARK! He’ll be there in 20-25 minutes, we’re told.
45 minutes later, another text: he’s there. We walk over, with my short but muscular teenaged son by our side and a bottle of pepper spray in my pocket, making sure our front door is locked and there are no shady characters lurking outside. You guessed it…no Guy, no vehicle.
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So what’s the scam here? This guy has nothing but a cell phone number and a rough idea of what neighborhood we live in. What’s he hoping to get out of this wild goose chase? I’m sick of hunting snipe here.
We got home, told him we’re done. He says he will bring the vehicle over personally, himself, tomorrow. No more Guy, no more runaround. I have a bad feeling about this…