“So I see this Porsche pull into the lot,” begins Mr. Harker, “and I’m thinking easy sale, right? Man, was I wrong! Next thing I know, she’s talked the price down 70% and I’ve got *nothing* left on the table. Then she starts writing some crazy contract law stuff and talking ‘UCC this, merger clause that’…dude, totally over my head. I didn’t know what hit me. I just signed.”
“She totally ate my lunch.” He added, glumly. “I mean, it was a nice 98 minivan with low miles and heated seats. We were asking $9,000 and she got it for practically nothing. For all I know, I’m the one that's gonna have to pay.”
Brightening up, he continued, “Anyways, it all worked out in the end. I got killed on the sale, but I think she felt bad for me. She started accessorizing like there was no tomorrow: Monsoon sound system, racing stripes, mini-fridge, the works. She really went to town. I’m definitely going to get a bonus for this.”
“It looks like it’ll be ready to go in a week, but we’re cutting it close with some of the custom work. I have a specialist coming in tomorrow to do the flat screens and the Koi tank, so that’s sorted. The biggest problem we’re having is figuring out how to install the scratching post. That’s a new one. We’ve done a lot of custom stuff here in LA, but I think this one’s a first. Weird.”
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