Sometimes you run into a deal where if you had known at the beginning of the deal what you knew at the end, you wouldn't have touched it in the first place. About 25 years ago, I was looking for a car for my wife to drive. (I'd sold her other car out from under her, but that's a different story.) Anyway, I saw an ad in the paper for a '76 Monte Carlo with some 40,000 miles on it. I called, got an address, and went to look at it. A twenty-something gal came to the door and showed me the car. It was a sharp, clean car. She commented it had belonged to her brother, and he had died last month. In looking at the car, that kind of slipped by me. They even let me drive the car home and show it to my wife. The were asking $3,000 for it. I offered them $2400, planning to negotiate. The gal's husband said his father-in-law would have the final say on the price and got him on the phone. I repeated my offer, and the gentleman slowly said, "Well, I guess I may as well take it." While we were writing up some paperwork the rest of the story came out. The kid who owned the car had committed suicide, he had still owed $3200 on it, the father was living off of Social Security, and was stuck for the difference. I have no idea if the kid was actually in the car when he self-destructed, and, thankfully, my wife apparently didn't give it a thought. Like I said, if I'd have known at the start what I knew at the end, I'm not sure I would have gone near it. It was a good car, though, and my wife drove it for two or three years.
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