A friend of my wife’s Facebooked his on-line purchase of a 1970-something Dodge Charger. The Charger was advertised as great shape, tip-top condition. The buyer and his brother-in-law flew to New York, rented a car and drove to car location in New Jersey to get the Charger and drive it to Arkansas. They looked over the Charger. Looks good. Check fluid levels and everything, climb in and turn on key. Nothing. Hey, not to worry. Just a dead battery. Put in a new one, cranks fine, goodbye New Jersey, Arkansas a couple of days southwest.
After returning rental, the two stop for lunch. Get back in car, turn on key. Nothing. Another new battery and an alternator. Back on road.
Facebook from Chattanooga, Tennessee, car broke down. Not to worry. Local store of national franchise has parts, says person at store. Well, not on hand, buyer informed when taking taxi to store. Next day. Definitely next day.
Post two days ago, out of Chattanooga, Little Rock a few hours off.
Last post, two men and Charger arrived in Little Rock. Buyer says he will never go to New York again.
My wife said: The first time he was in New York was for us (Girl Scouts information systems training at White Plains). After the week-long school, he spent a couple of tourist days. He went clubbing. He said somebody must have slipped him something, because he lost 12 hours and had a terrible headache next day.
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