A mechanic I know came by the house several days ago and wanted to know if I wanted to sell my 1979 VW Rabbit and buy another VW old car.
It is hard for me to have patients with people with a predatory entrepreneur type of thinking. But it was a day after New Years
so I willed myself to remain in a good mood while he was there. But I
managed to be evil in a devious way. I explained at great length why I
would not wish to part with my car. I could see his eyes glassing over. So I kept on explaining and explaining, all the time maintaining a sparkling attitude. By the end of it all I sincerely hope that he regretted asking.
Why in the world would I want to sell a car I am happy owning, one with which I am familiar with all its myriad aches and pains, and trade it, at probably some expense, for a used car with which I am unfamiliar and which most likely has its own problems with which I am unfamiliar?
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