When we last convened, Hick and Val were holding their respective breaths, waiting to see if Some Guy would indeed show up at the title office to sign paperwork to sell Lap House to us as per the verbal agreement. I don't like stringing you along like this, but to put ALL the details in one post would be quite unwieldy.
SOME GUY SIGNED THE PAPERS!
But before he did, he'd made several more calls to Hick. He was worried that his truck deal would be off. Hick promised that the truck deal was still on. "I'll give you the money tomorrow. $2000. It's fine. No problems there. I'll bring it to you."
Hick just opened a whole new can of worms! Or maybe it was the old worms, which Hick had tried to keep in the can, but kept crawling out until they demanded my attention.
The way Hick had presented the truck information to me was that he was trading two guns from his shop to Some Guy for his old pickup truck. Which he would then sell to Old Buddy, to be paid for by physical labor. Old Buddy also helps Hick with maintenance of the senior apartments, out of Hick's pocket. That was not quite the truth! (Are you shocked? I think not. I will not be investing in smelling salts stock.)
My first truck clue came when Hick asked,
"How are we getting the $2000 to buy the truck?"
"What do you mean? YOU are the one buying the truck. I thought you were making a trade."
"No. WE are buying the truck. And Old Buddy will pay us back by working on the house."
"You never told me that!"
"I did too. I sent you the text last night from the auction. So you knew."
Here's the text: "Got all papers signed and started i told him I'd by the truck tomorrow"
That's straight from the Hick's fingers. Nothing in there says that WE are buying a truck.
"I have enough money to pay him, but I have to have it back by tomorrow, because I'm going to Illinois to pick up an order."
"I didn't know this was part of the house deal. We might just as well have paid him what he asked for at first."
"Then we wouldn't have the truck."
"Where IS the truck? You're not going to license it, are you?"
"No. I'll get the title. Then Old Buddy gets it when he's worked it off. It's over behind the house. It don't run."
"You bought a truck that doesn't run, to give to somebody else, but we're paying for it. That will be really hard to keep track of on the flip house expenses. And what about Pony's part?"
"I'll write his hours down on my paper every month that I give you. It's just not actual money I paid him out of my pocket. So I won't get it back."
"The truck doesn't even run!"
"It was in a wreck. It has front end damage. And a safety switch that needs to be replaced."
"I don't know how Old Buddy is going to fix it up and get it off our new property, without you paying him so he has money to fix it up! The city will probably send you a nasty letter about a nuisance vehicle. You know how they love to find things wrong with your properties."
"It will be fine, Val. Old Buddy said he wanted the truck."
A call to The Pony with this revelation garnered the following response:
"I'M not buying a junk truck for Old Buddy!"
We're off on another adventure...
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